Page 45 of Crossing the Line
She wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but it had been so long, and he always had a knack for distracting her with his kisses.
... and other things.
"So," she felt him brush his lips against her skin, "you're planning to-"
He leaned back, looking into her eyes with a mischievous smile. "If I was a few years younger, I'd sweep you up off of this couch and carry you into the bedroom, but-"
Janice gave him a playful slug on his arm. "I don't think either of us can do the same things we used to when we were younger," she told him, "but maybe, we can find other... talents."
She backed off of his lap and managed to get up off of the couch without feeling something twinge in her back.
He was right behind her, standing up, and pulling her into his embrace with a warm and hungry kiss.
When they leaned back, breaking the contact for a moment, he gave her a wink.
"Now, let's go see if we're not just older, but a little more creative than we used to be."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Really? Creative?"
He took her hand and brought it up to his lips. "Remember, I've been doing hard labor today. So, I'm worried I might sprain a muscle."
"Bixby!"
He looked at her with mock innocence. "Yeah, babe?"
"Careful," she tried to make it sound like a warning, but she was laughing a little too much for either of them to take her seriously, "I still know where you're ticklish."
"Damn it, Janice." He leaned in to press a quick kiss on her lips. "I love you."
"Well, that's good to know," she started toward the bedroom, tugging him along behind her, "I love you right back."
