"E…Eric, wait… not here." Delia's voice was a soft whisper against his skin. She felt trapped in the best way possible. Eric was completely lost in the moment, his lips moving from her jaw down to the sensitive curve of her neck. The study felt too open, too public, even though they were alone. Books on the bookshelf seemed to watch them.
Eric said something she could not understand. His voice was a low rumble, muffled by the passionate kisses he was placing on her neck. His hands held her waist firmly, pulling her closer to him against the couch.
"Let's go to your room," she said, her breath catching. Her own desire was rising fast, but the shyness of being seen was stronger. She gently took his face between her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. She lifted her head and gave him a soft, quick kiss on his nose. "Please, Eric."
