61. My Favorite Fantasy.

TASHA

We continue kissing even when we get to my room. My legs are still wrapped around him as one of my hands leaves his shoulders to open the door. Once we get inside, he kicks the door closed behind him.

"Your room smells heavenly." He groans against my lips, his nose grazing along mine.

I blush a smile against his mouth. "Thanks."

He captures my mouth into another kiss, carrying me to my bed. He lays me down gently on the bed, his mouth still tangled with mine. The soft manner in which he cradles my body intensifies my love and lust for him, turning me on the more.

Gosh, I fucking love him.

His body hovers above me, settling between my thighs, his elbows angling him so he does not press down on me. I want to touch him everywhere. To feel him everywhere I can. My fingers roam across his broad shoulders, the thick muscles of his chest and stomach, wildly tracing through every curve and line and dip before sliding upwards to the back of his head and fisting into his hair, tugging a