As if he read my mind, he looked up at me. “Let’s go to bed, princess,” he murmured, his hands squeezing my breasts.
“Let’s go,” I answered, pushing against him to stand. “I want to make love with you.”
William scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. He’d shown me around earlier and I marveled again at the simplicity of the room. A big bed, a TV, stereo. What more could a person need? It showed me just how simple William really was. And I don’t mean stupid. He didn’t need much to be content. And I needed him.
I squealed when he tossed me onto the bed. “Hey! That’s not romantic.”
He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. “Of course it is. So is this,” he answered, jumping on me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, cradling him to my body. “Now this is
