She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
“Sorry.” He whispers as he starts to kiss down her neck.
Her head falls back, eyes slipping closed. Her lips form the word “No,” but no sound comes out, only a long, pleased sigh.
He looks up at her, “Is everything all right?” He blinks then kisses her lips softly again.
She pulls away just enough to whisper, “Only that you’re going to put a crick in my neck, darlin’. I’m not made for tall people, unfortunately.”
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climbs up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.