Alexander laughed louder that time, and caught my wrist again before I could touch the waistband of his jeans. Second attempt frustrated.
“Maybe in a little while,” he decided, in a proud tone.
“Swindler, what are you trying to do?” I pouted, annoyed.
“To have a little fun. Relax, I highly doubt you’re going to have a bad time.”
Of course I didn’t doubt that either, but what I wanted was to have him on equal terms. I had been naked for fifteen minutes already, and half of my body felt frozen while the other half was almost boiling; we were very close to the fire in the fireplace. Alexander stretched again and held me tightly with both arms, showering kisses over my neck and chest. I tried to growl the way he did (and failed miserably; my throat wasn’t made for that kind of sound) when
