along in a way that they had never envisioned.
The door opened and all thought fled from Aaron’s mind. Sam stood in the doorway wearing a short wine-colored skirt and a black sweater with a low neckline.
“Hi Aaron,” she said and smiled, stepping backwards so he could come inside. “I hope you didn’t have trouble finding the place.”
“Not at all,” he said and handed her the rose, shutting the door when he stepped into the warmth of the apartment.
She touched the rose to her nose and inhaled, her eyes closing as she let out a little hum and smiled further. “Thank you so much. Yellow is my favorite color.”
Score! “Well, I aim to please.”
He took off his coat and hung it up on a hook by the front door as she put the rose in a small vase on the kitchen counter, right next to the one that Grant had brought for her. Next to the roses was a large pizza box. She ran her fingertip down one side of the box and lifted her eyes, a sultry look in the beautiful, blue depths.
She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively from side to side, and stopped in front of him. Taking in a slow breath, she bit her lower lip and trailed her fingers up his arms and across his shoulders, before linking them behind his neck and pulling him towards her mouth.
At first, it was simply a press of her warm lips against his and she paused, pulling away just fractionally and waiting, as if she wanted him to make the next move. He’d only had one kiss in his life, a disastrous epic-fail when he was fourteen with a human girl in school. He wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed, but he slid his hands around her waist, tugged her against him, and closed the distance between their mouths.
She moaned softly, happily, as their lips met again and hers parted, her tongue flicking across the seam of his mouth, asking for admittance. He opened his mouth and she teased her tongue against his, retreating back into her own mouth before darting back to flick his again. He followed her the next time, closing his eyes and losing himself in the warm depths of her mouth. His body tightened and heated and all else outside of the beauty in his arms ceased to exist.
His hands flexed on her back as the kiss went on and on, until his lips were pleasantly numb and her hands fisted in his short hair. She stepped backwards, dropping her hands down to his chest, where she flattened her palms and looked up at him. “Let’s make love, Aaron, before I melt completely.”
He lifted her up against his chest with a growl. She wound her legs around his waist, the skirt slipping up her thighs with the motion, and hugged her arms around his neck, nuzzling under his ear. “You smell so good,” she purred, as he walked down the short hallway.
“So do you, sweetheart,” he said as he found the first open doorway and stepped through as she began to stroke her tongue under his ear. He almost lost his grip from the sweet sensations that cascaded over him. The flicker of candlelight made him look around, and he saw the amber glow of electric candles scattered around the room.
The large bed beckoned him, and he groped for it blindly with one hand as Sam covered his mouth with her own and sucked on his tongue. His knees hit the edge of the bed, and he climbed up and laid her down. Their hands were frantic as they tore at each other’s clothes. He sat back on his heels to look down at her completely naked body as she lay panting for breath, eyes heavy with passion and lips swollen from kissing. So beautiful. His cat rumbled in his mind, eager to claim her, but Aaron held tight to his control.
He leaned forward and braced himself over her with one arm, cupping her flushed cheek with his other hand. He kissed her as he trailed his fingertips down her jaw, stroking the length of her neck. With the lightest of touches, he stroked between her breasts and then swept across the underside of one heavy globe. She