Page 63 of Secret Paths

“You can move.”

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“Enjoying the moment.”

She stares at me.

“You are dangerously close to becoming sentimental.”

“I’ve had an emotional evening.”

“Clearly.”

I smile.

Then I move.

Slowly.

One long stroke, then another.

Her legs wrap around my waist.

Her heels press against my back, pulling me closer, but I keep the same pace.

She feels incredible.

That is not new.

What is new is how much I want to watch her while I do this.

Her eyes.

Her mouth.

The way her fingers curl against my shoulders every time I push deep.

The way she stops pretending not to feel anything.

“You’re looking again,” she murmurs.

“Yes.”

“Very intensely.”

“I like looking at you.”

“That’s suspiciously sweet.”

“You can complain later.”

“I probably will.”

I kiss her.

Slowly.