It was funny what simple sweet words could do to a situation. She was still just as needy. Still wanted him just as much, but the atmosphere felt different. She felt romanced, not just seduced. She didn't want to analyze what that meant, not now. Not when just minutes ago she had pleaded she had an empty void where those feelings belonged. So instead of analyzing, she just let herself feel them, instead of holding back. What was the harm in letting that wall crumble just a little bit, in an Alexander shaped hole?
Maryanne groaned slowly, into the kiss, when their bodies met. Nothing in between to dampen the feel of his touch against her skin. No distractions. She eased off the table, using her now bare feet to lead her to where her coat lay, as she gently guided him to the spot.
She broke away, just enough to lower herself to the floor. "The pool table is for dirty, heat of the moment, fucking..." She glanced back at the red fabric. "It's not a picnic blanket, but it works." She looked back up to him, and held her hand out to him. "Let me savor you instead?"