I could control myself fine outside, when we were among all of those other people. Well...as much as 'control' goes with my continuously blushing face.
But when it was just the two of us, I couldn't help it. I grabbed his lapel and brought his face down, kissing him fervently as the bedroom door closed behind us. And he grabbed me as if an instinct, kissing me back without wasting a breath as we moved hurriedly to the bed.
He stumbled into the bed and I climbed on top of him, impatiently working his clothes off. But damnit! Why would he wear such a complicated outfit? I had to stop kissing him so I could look at the difficult button...cuff...whatever that is! I bit my lips in annoyance and yanked the things off. Who cares? He had a lot of it.
"Sweetheart--"
