"I recommend that we be husband and wife..." He whispers in her ear. “And I could kiss the beautiful girl lying on top of me, and luckily she is my wife.” "You can kiss your bride," he laughs and then blushes. Placing her hand on top of his, she looks up at him, then allows her restless fingers to touch his hair. She caresses his cheek and parts his lips, tracing a line along his lower lip with her thumb. His hand clasps hers and she feels his breath on my thumb, a slow blink signaling his desire. "Will you kiss me?" He asks softly. He kisses her. Sweet and slow and it tastes like November, like hot chocolate on stormy evenings and the crisp autumn air fills their senses as he rolls over her. "I love you," he gasps and then raises his hand. to give him another one. “I love you too but we should really find a place to stay tonight…” he says kissing her jaw. “You're right… you're right,” she sighs. "But one more kiss." "Yes, ma'am." He whispers and then leans down to take her lips to his. It's deep, passionate and full of love. The kiss is short and