Perfect for You

wonderful you are. You need me to kiss you." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her neck. "You need me to love you.
    "But more than that," he continued, " I need you. I need you to come home to. I need you to talk to and laugh with. I need you to love me back."
    Then he kissed her, his mouth lightly taking hers, a promise. But as soft as it started it caught fire and burned hot. It left her out of breath and hungry.
    He looked at her with just as much passion. "I meant it when I said I was going to make you realize that we were good together. I'm not going to stop trying until I win you over to my way of thinking."
    She nodded. "That's the lawyer in you."
    "You don't sound very upset by that."
    "Probably because it comes with the package."
    He looked down between them at his crotch.
    Grinning, she shook her head. "Not that package. You . All of you. The fact that you're a lawyer is part of the deal."
    He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. "And something you can accept?"
    "No, it's something I can love."
    His smile was instant and wide. "I thought I was going to have to fight harder to get you to admit that."
    "A kiss and I was pretty much yours."
    "Good to know." He backed her up to the wall and teased her lips with his.
    She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and anchoring her legs on his hips. She moaned again when she felt his hardness press against her bare flesh.
    Supporting her butt, he carried her upstairs, never letting up on the kisses. In the living room, he set her down on the couch. She expected him to follow her down but instead he sat up and began to rummage through his pockets.
    Freya propped herself up on an elbow. "Now isn't the time to look for a piece of gum."
    "A-ha," he mumbled victoriously, pulling his hand out. He joined her again, leaning over her until the only thing filling her field of vision was the sky-blue clearness of his eyes. "You'll marry me, Freya."
    Stunned, she blinked her eyes at the huge square cut diamond in front of her. It was encircled with a multitude of small yellow-orange stones and set on a glowing platinum band.
    She cleared her throat. "That sounded like an order. Not exactly the way to propose, is it?"
    "I wouldn't know. I've never done it before. But if semantics are your only objection, I'll propose to you over and over for the rest of your life until I get it right."
    "Okay."
    His brow knit in confusion. "Okay what?"
    She grinned. "Put the ring on my finger."
    "Hell yes." He slipped it on and sealed his mouth to hers, working his way down to the side of her neck, right below her ear where she was most sensitive. She gasped, tilting her head to give him better access.
    He pushed aside the sides of her robe to bare her chest. Everything started to spin when his mouth latched onto her nipple. She moaned loudly, arching into his touch.
    As his teeth scraped the tip of her breast, his hand untied her robe's sash and pushed it away. His hand traveled down her hip and teasingly hinted at caressing her more intimately.
    She needed more. She moaned, trying to wiggle his hand closer to the spot where she wanted him. "Touch me. Please."
    He slipped a finger between her clenched thighs right to where she was throbbing. "Like this?"
    She could only answer with a sob as he slowly dragged his finger over her folds. The room began to spin as her orgasm crept up on her. His every stroke was light and lingering, grazing the sensitive nerve endings.
    It hit her suddenly—wave after wave of pure pleasure until she felt like she was drowning.
    Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, it stopped. She opened her eyes to find Greg stripping.
    She sat up to help him. "I can take care of this," she told him as she reached up to his shirt collar. With one movement she tore the buttons off and shoved it down his arms.
    "I like a woman of action." He pushed his pants down and threw them after the shirt, pulling on a condom. He dove on top and, in one smooth motion, slid into her.
    They both groaned. He felt hard and hot and right .
    "God Freya, I can't hold on." He grasped her hips and pushed into her deeply. Letting go with one hand, he slipped it between their bodies. She cried out as he touched her, feeling another orgasm building. He flipped her over, leaving his hand to manipulate her and drove into her. Once, twice, and she screamed again as he cried out in satisfaction.
    He collapsed on top of her. She shivered as his hands skimmed over her body. She