This was his favorite part. Okay, this was one of his favorite things. He also enjoyed other aspects of this new twist to their relationship but he would never get used to the fact that those lips were his to kiss. This body was his to touch, to hold close, to protect. How had he ever let the idea of another man touching her pass?
Come to think of it, anytime he had ever heard her speak of another man (which, wasn't too often really)he seemed to get a bit nosy fairly quick. Nosy and somewhat annoyed.
Stephen sighed against her mouth and let his tongue dance across her bottom lip as they sank down onto the couch. He was holding himself up over her with one arm, his other hand coming up rest on her hip just under the hem of her shirt.
"Why can't we just get married now," he murmured, lips trailing hot kisses across her jaw.