Caroline led the way into her room.
Victor stopped to take a good look at her queen-sized bed. It’s certainly big enough for the two of us when the time comes to sleep over. He could tolerate the lace and satin if he got to touch her underneath it.
The white wicker rocking chair and matching hope chest were a little much for his taste, though. As was the antique dresser with the huge oval mirror mounted above it… Wait. Mirror? That might not be so bad after all.
She scooped up a suitcase from the foot of the bed.
“I would love to kiss you right now,” he told her, the heat of his desire bleeding into his voice when he imagined her lying on the bed, thighs parted, waiting to receive him.
“You’d better not, or we’ll never get going,” she countered, clearly able to see the direction his t
