My hands, which had been resting on her now-exposed hips, began to move again.
"You're so sexy, Claire," I murmured. "No wonder your ex couldn't get over you—you were the one that got away."
She stiffened just a little. Her smile faded, eyes drifting away. "Gerald… he was kind. Gentle. He really tried. But..."
"But?" I asked, teeth grazing the edge of her ear.
She inhaled, then let it out slowly.
"He was too boring. I didn't realize it back then, but after I met you…" Her fingers curled into my shirt. "I couldn't stop thinking about how much better you are."
"At everything?" I prompted softly.
A small, guilty smile tugged at her lips. "…Yeah. At everything."
"Claire… is it just me," I murmured, "or are you actually getting better at turning me on just by talking?"
I leaned in as I spoke, my lips grazing her neck, feeling her skin warm beneath my mouth.
