She ducked her head, trying to hide behind the fall of hair, but stepped in closer, resting against his bare chest. “What do you want me to do with you? What have you always imagined someone would do?”
He laughed a bit and wrapped his arms around her. “That question could get very scarey very fast.” His hands ran absently through her hair. “Besides…this is about making you happy. What do you want to do with me?”
“Everyone always says that. What if what I want is to make you happy? Nobody ever claims me for this kind of thing anyway.” She closed her eyes and buried her face against his skin.
“Well, we’re at an impasse then.” He smiled and lifted her chin, kissing her lightly. “Well, my dear, if happy is what you want to make me, then a day of sin and frivolity we shall have.” Honestly…he was happy just to have a sober distraction for once. His mock scholarly voice went away and he kissed both her cheeks. “Sound good?”
“I don’t think I have enough experience to answer that properly,” she mused, looking in his eyes. “I just want you. How about you? Something you want?” Now that she wasn’t trying to keep her mind off it, his hand on her leg made her thrill.
He smiled and laid her down gently. “We’ll play it by ear…” He leaned down to kiss her neck, just under her collar, his weight half-resting on her as he laced his hands in hers, ‘pinning’ them at the level of her head. “Just tell me if you get any ideas, or I do something you don’t like…”
“Yes, Robert.” She smiled back, soft and happy, tilting her chin up. She rubbed her thumbs against the back of his hands, letting shields down and listening to his emotions. “That’s awfully nice. I don’t … should I take my shirt off?”