She slowly lifted her arms up to him. "I don't want to hold back from you anymore. I want us to be exactly who we are with one another."
"I want that too, more than you know." He circled her arms around his neck and pushed her up against the back of the couch in her living room.
For a moment he looked at her, almost as if he were memorizing every part of her face, every hair on her head, and each fleck of color that showed in her eyes. When he was done, he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his.
Shell sighed. This wasn't the fast and out-of-control feeling they'd had for the past few months. The way he worked her mouth was slow and deliberate. She could feel the emotion he was trying to convey to her, she could feel the reverent way he ran his hands down her body and picked her up
