I loved everything about him.
I was falling dangerously fast for this man. He was irresistible and made me smile. I felt better when he was with me. I felt like anything was possible.
I felt lucky.
When we finished the meal, I stood up to collect the dishes. Henry helped. I set them in the sink, planning on doing them later. They could wait.
What I wanted couldn’t wait.
Henry followed me to the kitchen, carrying our wine glasses and the empty chicken plate. I waited for him to set it down before pouncing on him with a kiss. I pressed him into the counter, using my body to trap him to me.
He let out a quiet yelp of surprise before wrapping his arms around me and thoroughly kissing me back. This was better than dinner. This was better than anything I could think of.
Well, almost.
Very gently, I pulled his shirt up and off, humming my approval as my hands slid over his chest.
Henry cocked one eyebrow up, but didn’t make a move to stop me. Instead, he slid his hands down my back and pulled my hips into him. My core pressed down on his erection, making him groan.
“Aria,” he whispered, my name like music. I loved the hoarse need in his voice when he called to me like that.
He grabbed my hips and spun me so I was the one against the counter. With a simple lift, he had me up and sitting on my kitchen counter, him between my legs and my breasts even with his eyes.
He reached up and undid the halter tie to my dress, letting it fall forward. I loved the way his eyes dilated as he found bare skin beneath my dress. His fingers slid up from my hips to cup my breasts, his thumbs playing with my nipples. He leaned forward, taking one into his mouth with a happy sigh.
I melted into him, loving the heat of his touch against my skin. His mouth on the delicate skin of my breast was gentle and loving, yet sending tremors of electric want straight down my spine. I arched my back, giving him more to take.
He lifted my skirt, his hands sliding up along my thighs until he came to my waist. Today, I’d made sure to wear something sexy. A tiny pair of white lace panties. I bit my lip and looked up at him.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, his eyes dark and dangerous with desire.
“Show me,” I replied.
I reached for my skirt, holding it up for him to do what he liked. He ran the pad of his finger of the tiny sliver of white lace. At the bottom of his tracing, he caught the fabric and moved it to the side. He touched me then, groaning out my name as he found me ready for him.
I rocked against him, needing more. So much more. I whimpered and looked pointedly at his bulging pants. He dug into his pocket and handed me the condom while he quickly tore off his belt. He threw his pants and boxers to the side, leaving him standing before me at full mast with just a dress shirt on.
Good lord was it the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
He stepped forward, pressing his mouth to mine like he couldn’t wait a second longer to kiss me. I rocked my hips to the edge of the counter, fumbling with the small foil packet.
“Here,” he whispered taking it from me and taking over.
He grabbed my panties and scooted them to the side, our eyes locked as he paused. I trembled, wanting this moment to never end and needing it to at the same time. He kissed me, sucking on my lower lip and sliding his tongue to mine like it was supposed to be.
He slid in deeply and my breath caught. His did too, the sensation almost too much to handle. Our eyes met again and I lost myself to the ocean blue. How did he have an entire world in his eyes meant just for me?
He rocked his hips, filling me to the brim and then some. I cried out his name, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He gripped the counter like it was the only thing keeping him from falling away from me.
“More,” I whispered. I didn’t care how, but I needed more of him. All of him.
He kissed the pulse at the base of my throat, rocking his hips to a slow steady rhythm. Every thrust, every movement went straight to my soul.
“Aria,” he whispered, his voice low and thick. The sound of it made my temperature skyrocket and I rocked hard into him.
“Henry.” The sound of his name made him look at me, and I could see all the longing and so much more in his eyes. The depth terrified and excited me that this was so much more than I ever thought possible.