When she finds The Hobbit, I can see the tears in her eyes as she falls onto the couch and looks up at me. “My dad bought me this book when I was ten. My mom was so mad because she said I was too young for The Hobbit, but he disagreed and so did I!” Her laughter was intoxicating as she slowly flipped through the ancient pages. “I stayed up for eighteen hours reading.”

“I did it in ten, ha!” I tease, and she laughs as I sit down beside her.

“Whatever. How old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

“Ha! I still beat you.”

“Maybe.”

“No maybe about it,” she says, playfully pushing me. “What’s your favorite part?”

“I’m actually reading this again now and to this day, it’s Smaug. Everything about him is my favorite.”

She nods, her face so bright and beautiful. “I love Bilbo. He said some of the greatest things that I still hold close to my heart.”

“Like?” I ask, and a sweet smile covers her lips.

Clearing her throat, she says, “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” I watch as she slowly hugs the book and when she looks up at me, she whispers, “I told my dad that it was my favorite part of the book because it was all about the adventure, getting mixed up in all the awesomeness of the earth, and he smiled and to this day, I still remember what he said.”

She bewitches me. The love for literature and her father is evident on her beautiful face.

Smiling, I ask, “What did he say?”

“He said it might be a dangerous business but to still allow myself to be swept away. He asked me to never lose my love for adventure, to experience everything that makes me smile. To love with all my heart and to get lost in the things that makes my heart race.” She pauses for a second, and then slowly her smile falls as she lets out a long breath. “My mom always said I was a lot like him. That I had this very carefree, adventurous part of me while still keeping my head on straight. When I would come home, crying, because people would tease me for reading all the time, she promised that one day someone would love that about me.”

Moving my hand onto her knee, I squeeze it as I say, “I think she is right.”

Her lips curve as her eyes leave the book to look at me. “Really?”

“Yes, because I do love that about you.”

Her eyes brighten as she leans into me, her nose moving with mine. “Thank you.”

I move my hand up her neck to cup her jaw as I smile against her lips. “Another thing.”

“Yeah?” she asks.

“I love that quote, too, but also your da was completely right. If I didn’t allow myself to get swept away, I wouldn’t have found mo stór, would I?”

She giggles as she cups my face. “I don’t think I’ll ever get use to that. Every time you say it, it gives me goose bumps.”

“Grand,” I whisper against her lips, “That’s what I want.”

Without another word, I take her lips with mine. She slides hers across mine before she slowly parts her sweet lips for me to deepen the kiss. Threading my fingers in her hair, I hold her close as I move my mouth with hers. My heart is freaking out in my chest, beating so hard as I drink from her succulent lips.

Pulling away, I hold her gaze as I take the book from her lap and lay it on the table. Running my hands down her arms, I take her waist and pull her against me before I slowly lean us back against the couch so that we are facing each other on our sides.

“Is this okay?” I ask, since she looks a little worried.

But she nods, thankfully, and that’s all I need before I pull her against my chest for a long, hot kiss. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and I know mine is beating at the same pace. She feels so good against me, and I can feel my control slipping. I know I need to get that in check but I can’t stop, not yet. Our legs tangle, both of us wanting more from the other as we kiss and tease each other. I want her to touch me, to discover my body, but her hands stay tucked at my neck as she assaults me with her lips. I’m not sure what that means, but I have to have more. I have to touch her.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I kiss down her jaw to her chin before running my tongue down her neck. She lengthens it for me, giving me more room as her gasps fill the room. Her hands are shaking but somehow, she snakes up my neck to my head, where she pulls off my hat, throwing it to the side before she is tangling her fingers in my hair, causing me to groan against her neck. My dick is harder than a rock and I know she can feel every inch of me, but I am too lost to worry about it.

Kissing down her neck, I run my tongue down the valley of her breast. I want more, but her dress isn’t allowing it. Pulling away, I look into her heavy-lidded eyes and I swear I could come at the sight of her beautifully flush face. Taking in a deep breath, I ask, “Can I unbutton these?”

I tug at the buttons on her dress, and she lets out a breath. “What is gonna happened if you do?”

I can only blink as my gaze stays locked with hers, not really sure what I should say here. I go with the truth. “I am going to kiss and nibble on your breasts.”

“Are we going to have sex?” she asks, and my dick strains against my shorts from hearing her say that.

“I don’t know. Do you want to?”

She bites into her lip, and I know she doesn’t. She isn’t ready, and that’s fine. So before she can answer, I say, “No, my love, we won’t. We’ll only go as far as you want. Let me know when you want to stop. Okay?”

She nods, and I drop my lips to hers for a long, lusty kiss. When we part, I ask again, “Can I unbutton your dress?”

“Only if you take your shirt off,” she whispers. Sitting up quickly, I throw my shirt up and over my head before throwing it on the floor. Her eyes graze over my chest before reaching out to touch me softly. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath when her lips touch my burning hot skin. Tangling my hand in her hair, I gasp for breath as she nibbles and teases my skin with her mouth. Her lips are a gift from God and everything inside me is tight as she licks along my shoulder, tracing my tattoo with her silky tongue. It becomes too much, and I know I need to take this back over. Bringing her mouth to mine, I kiss her long and hard before I lay her back on the couch. Her eyes holding mine hostage as I slowly flick each button open with my fingers until her breasts are unveiled to me. And boy, what a sight they are. Silky, pale skin trapped behind a white, lace bra, her bright pink nipples standing at attention. Cupping one, I run my tongue along it, kissing it before doing the same to the other. My fingers find her tight bud and I squeeze it, making her squirm against me before taking her mouth with mine again. She is so hot, so sexy, and I never want this to stop.