Sugar Pie by Victoria Pinder

26

Warren

My mind and body were lost, though collapsing on the floor with her wasn’t exactly romantic.

Once my head cleared, I offered my hand to help her stand.

She stood with a huge smile on her face.

I massaged the back of my head. “I wanted to take my time.”

She placed her hand on her hip, kissed my cheek, then sauntered away. “I didn’t, but let’s go into the bedroom.”

Her emerging confidence struck me. I followed her as I drank in every graceful step she took. “Sounds good, sexy.”

She turned on her heel and quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not sexy.”

She didn’t have a clue. Inside, my heart thundered. Should I continue to make love to her? I came closer, and my skin buzzed with anticipation as I said, “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

She laughed, and the sound only made my hair stand on end. Then she asked, “Do you want to take a shower?”

I traced her shoulders. “Later. I’m ready for more of you first.”

“I’m all yours.” Her lips met mine.

She had no idea how much I loved her.