"When you first brought me here last summer, I fell in love with this little space and figured it would be a perfect place to curl up together," I said.
"And do what?" he asked, his tone deep and seductive and packed full of understanding.
I sat propped up with my hands behind me, ankles crossed. The T-shirt I wore rode up my legs, exposing my thighs. "I've always thought it would be romantic to make love in front of a fire," I said.
He sauntered toward me, then lowered himself to his knees. He placed his hands on the floor on either side of my waist, effectively boxing me in. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat ratcheting my anticipation.
"By all means, then, let me make your fantasy a reality," he said, his voice smooth as silk. His eyes darkened several shades before his lips landed on mine.