As Robert’s lips crushed Beth’s, she entwined her fingers in his hair. She edged off her seat and pressed her body against his.
“Oh, Beth,” he whispered against her lips.
“Take me to bed, Robert. Please,” she breathed, her body suddenly flushed with desire.
He disappeared and then reappeared on the other side of the breakfast bar. He turned the grill off, then grasped her hand and pulled her out of the room and up the stairs.
When they reached the bedroom, Beth wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt. As she dropped his shirt on the floor, he pulled her t-shirt over her head and let it fall. She loved the feel of his hands on her skin. He hooked his finger into her bra and pulled her closer. His lips met hers once again and one of his hands slipped down to her lower back, pressing her to him.
With the light streaming through the window, it all felt much more intimate, now that they could see each other clearly. Well, Robert would have been able to see her clearly in the dark, she realised.
She put her hands on his chest and leant even further into his kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, letting his tongue find hers. His fingers trailed down her stomach slowly, sparking electricity. His fingertips reached the top of her jeans and began to undo the button. He dragged the zip down at a leisurely pace. Her fingers curled against his chest with impatience, accidentally scratching him.
“Patience is a virtue, fidanzata,” he whispered against her neck, a teasing yet adoring tone in his voice.
“One that I don’t have,” she groaned, letting her head fall back.
He chuckled, kissing her neck. She could feel the tips of his fangs against her skin as he kissed his way down her neck and along her collarbone. She moaned at the feel of it.
“Oh, please, Robert,” she whispered, hearing the need and desire in her own voice.
“Please what?” he asked, continuing his way down her chest.
“I don’t know. Everything.”
His lips moved back up to her neck and he bit her. She gasped and moaned at the same time. She led him to the bed, sinking onto it without breaking the bond. She shuffled out of her jeans and set to work on his. He raised himself slightly so she could push them down more easily.
Feeling every curve of his body against hers, she moaned again, her breathing becoming shallow and needy.
“Please,” she begged.
He ran his tongue over the wound on her neck, sparking another flame in Beth’s already burning skin. He ran the tip of his tongue along her collarbone, pausing to kiss the hollow at the base of her throat. Her fingers curled into his hair of their own accord, pulling his face back to hers. She kissed him fiercely, feeling his own desire. His hands traced her sides, touching her hips gently. He began to slowly roll her underwear down her legs.