Chapter 97

"I'm not going anywhere," I croon into his ear, my hands buried in the mop of curly hair. We kiss deeply. Has he become the seducer? Was he always?

He silently guides me, twirling us slowly with the music, kissing and urging as we move toward the bedroom. I don't resist in the least. I want this as much as he does, possibly more.

I'm wobbly as his hand slips beneath the band of my panties and traces down the crack of my ass.

We move into the bedroom, no lights, just the lights from the hallway casting a soft glow about the room. He continues the kisses as his fingers touch the buttons of my blouse, slowly opening the front. My hands tremble as I touch his chest, seeking the row of fasteners on his shirt. I'm panting as I feel the cloth parting, and the hair of his chest touches my fingers.

My fingers slowly circle his nipples as his shirt parts.

I momentarily drop my arms, allowing my blouse to glide down my body and crumpl