They made it back up to his room without incident, calmly holding hands on the elevator ride up.
But by the time he sat down on the loveseat her patience had run out. Without preamble she slid onto his lap, eyes on his expectantly.
"You know I thought it was a pretty comfortable couch." He mumbled.
"I think I have the best seat in the house, right here." She responded.
He groaned, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was anything but chaste, passion and excitement flowed through them both until the need for oxygen separated them. They panted against each other, "I've been waiting for that for a week."
She chuckled, "You read my mind." Her chuckle turned into a moan as his lips found her neck. He nipped at her as she ground into his erection. "Griss…."
His lips disengaged from her neck, "What did you call me?" he asked.
"Griss." She smiled, running her tongue long the cleft in his chin. He shuddered under her ministrations.
He smiled at her, "I think I like that."
She winked at him, "Is that all you like?"
He grasped her hips, sliding her off his lap and onto the loveseat beside him. The look of hurt in her eyes tugged at his heart.
He took her cheek into his palm, caressing her gently with his thumb. "Sara I could spend the next few hours making passionate love to you, ravishing you until you no longer had the voice to scream my name." Her pupils dilated, cheeks flushing at his statement. "But I don't want to rush this." He kissed her nose. "You're too special." He stood and walked to the window.
She sighed falling back on the couch, heart nearly bursting with his words. "Griss…" she gently called him, he turned around to face her.
"I've had my little fantasy for the day," her gaze swept along his chin, grinning as she saw him pinken slightly, "that'll hold me for a while."
His finger moved over his swollen lips, before he gave her a wide grin. "You Sara Sidle will be the death of me."
She stood, walking over to him, "I can think of much worse ways to go."