“Absolutely.”
“I’m just sad this is only for a week.”
Tony raised his eyebrow looking at her. He took her hands in his and just smirked.
“So do you love me… only for a week? Nah. That’s sad. And I don’t think that I like that deal.”
“Oh, no!” She laughed. “I’ll keep on loving you. I doubt I can keep you for more than a week, though.” She turned her face up to his kisses, making a quiet purring sound that slid into a moan.
“I won’t go anywhere,” he whispered to her and he just kissed her again. He just liked doing that so much, because her lips were so soft and also they were like they wanted to say I’m waiting for you…
“The better question is this – Can I keep you for more than a week? Because you’re too amazing for me and even I don’t think that I deserve you.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said. “Deserve. Just don’t stop doing that …” She tangled her fingers in his. “And I will not go anywhere.”
“Oh really?” Tony laughed, and kissed her again. He didn’t want to stop that, so she didn’t have to say that. So Tony sat on a chair and he took her in his lap. “I love you. That’s all,” he whispered.
“Tony … ” It was a moan, desire and pleasure and need tangling together. She put her head back, pressing her body close to his. She didn’t understand, but he meant what he said. God, it was glorious — the strength of his emotions, the strength of his arms, the way his mouth felt.