In the Quiet

Paige

All the thoughts in my mind melted away as I opened my mouth to his kiss. I’d spent the last three days—more—putting everything into this work, and so had Tom. His mouth promised a moment of peace and quiet, where we could just be ourselves. I spun my chair around to kiss him more comfortably, and he cupped my face with a tender hand. I smiled against his mouth. He chuckled in return.

I stood slowly so he could adjust, tasting him with every swipe of my tongue. I’d already started getting used to the exact taste of his lips, the way he smelled when he was so close. He enfolded me and blocked the world out. I nudged him toward the bed, and he stepped easily back.

He pulled away from my mouth to kiss along my cheekbone, flick my earlobe with his tongue, and lave attention down my neck. I gasped quietly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. He sat up and began easing my shirt up my torso. I didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. Something s