Chapter Eighteen
Once he had a taste of her, again, he had to remind himself that slow and steady was on the menu for the night. She held tight to him when he finally broke the kiss and carefully resumed their progress to the hallway. The fact that her eyes were unfocused and that her steps weren’t as sure as they had been did the trick in finally erasing that little ball of lead that had been sitting in his stomach since dinner.
“I’m impressed,” he murmured.
“Me, too.” She waggled her eyebrows.
Smiling, he shook his head. “Do you sing? Other than when ill-prepared men try to dance with you?”
“I did in high school,” she told him as they finally reached her bedroom door. “Other than that, mostly when I’m driving or cleaning.”
“Well, I’m a fan, so feel free to do so whenever I’m around
