CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Sarah closes the door to their room, leaning back on it with her hands still on the handle.
Peter turns around, and they grin at each other. He steps up to her, pulling her to him, and kisses her. Lips locked, he picks her up and walks her to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he sits her in his lap.
Sarah lets her knees lie on either side of him, blue silk surrounding them. The thin fabric leaves nothing to the imagination as it drapes over her with little effort and accentuates every curve.
Peter pulls the clasp at the end of her braid. As the fine auburn hair falls, he buries his hands in it, pulling it ever so gentle.
Sarah lets out a small moan.
Peter kisses her harder. He tugs her hair, making her lean her head to her right, and he kisses down her neck. Moving one
