“Not hungry?” She smirked although she was finding dinner to less and less of a concern the longer he continued to distract her. His arms slipped around her and she turned to move closer to him while trying to be more comfortable. Dinner, or at least cooking dinner, wasn’t going to be happening any time soon. She might as well be comfortable.
Goodness, she loved the sound of his voice and so close to her ear it, as it always did, sent shivers down her spine. “I wouldn’t quite call it bad,” her lips brushed across his cheek as she spoke, a soft ghost of a kiss, again and again. “I only worry you will grow tired of them one day. Perhaps I should be saving them for later. But if it is your wish, to know what I think of you, then ask, and never say I didn’t warn you when you grow weary of my affections.”