I managed not to fumble as I put my key in the lock—then ruined it by dropping the whole bunch on the doormat as we walked in.
“I could get used to a view like that,” Edward commented from behind me as I bent down to pick them up.
I turned slowly. “Yeah? You can do more than look at it, you know.”
“Oh, really?” Edward shut the door carefully then reached out and pulled me to him, his hands on my arse. We kissed softly, my body tingling from knee to chest where it was resting against him. God, it felt good. I hadn’t realized how much my c**k had been aching for the contact. The scent of him was heady. Leather, Chianti, and just a hint of expensive aftershave. I grabbed a handful of arse in my turn and pressed him closer.
Edward hissed. “Careful, there. I think I’m a bit bruised from my
