"George," Katie whispered as he kissed her throat. She moaned when he began to rub at her nipple, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body. When he kissed her again, she responded hungrily, her hands sliding up his belly.
"Bedroom," she said, "we should...bedroom." She took his hand and lead him down the hall. The guest bedroom was closer, but that would be strange and impersonal. Not to mention her grandparents sometimes slept there. No, this needed to happen in her room.