Chapter 2

Laura watched Remington struggle with his emotions for just a second before she threw her arms around his neck, taking him by complete surprise.

"I love you too." And with that, she kissed him.

The kiss began demanding, urgent and after a few seconds softened. Remington choked back his tears.

"Laura, I've waited so long to hear those words." He brought his hands up to her face, thumbs rubbing along her cheeks. He leaned back to look at her. With tears in his eyes he said "Now, I need to show you."

Without waiting for her response, he kissed her again, softly, slowly. He ran his hands down her body to the bottom of her heavy sweater. Stepping backward, he quickly pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor beside him.

Laura shivered at the rush of cold air around her, or maybe it was the anticipation of what was coming. She wasn't quite sure.

Copying his action, she removed his sweater and turtleneck just as fast. She ran her hands down his chest, leaning forward to breath in his scent.

Remington hugged her close, his chin on her head. "Now Mrs. Steele, shall we move to a more comfortable spot in this room perhaps."

Without warning, he lifted her off her feet again and carried her to the bed. Setting her down on the floor, he knelt in front of her. He removed her socks and shoes first, then slid his hands up her legs to her waist where as he unbuttoned her pants he showered her freckled belly with kisses.

Laura again shivered. Remington pulled her pants off and tossed them in the direction of their sweaters.

"I believe, Mr. Steele, that you are still overdressed for this party." Laura smiled at him.

"Why you are correct Mrs. Steele." he smiled back. He removed his belt, pants, socks and shoes before she could even reach out to help him. Sitting back on the edge of the bed she began to laugh.

"Laura, pray tell, what on Earth are you laughing about?" Remington asked confused.

"Us. I'm laughing at us. Who would have thought we waited all this time and we are as nervous as a pair of teenagers their first time."

Remington couldn't help but laugh with her. There they were, wearing nothing but their underwear, laughing. Feeling more relaxed, he responded.

"Oh, Laura. Let's not forget the reason we are here then. And I assure you, I have a few more oh skills, shall we say, than any teenager."

Laura stopped laughing, looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Well, then. Shall we explore the reason we are here then?" she asked seductively.

"All in good time, my dear. All in good time."