Mel jerked her eyes away and stared straight ahead. With her peripheral vision, she was sure she could see Ryne’s nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. Pressing her legs closer together, Mel had the uncanny feeling that he could scent the arousal that her imagination had conjured up, which was ridiculous of course. He had no idea how she was feeling.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she forced her mind to abandon that oh-so-interesting train of thought. It wasn’t prudent when they were lying half naked in bed together. Mel wiggled her toes again, trying to focus on mundane matters and not on the man beside her. A lock of hair was falling in her eyes and she brushed it away, then began twirling the hair around her finger. Hair. That was a safe, distracting topic. She’d trimmed the bangs herself a few weeks ago, but all in all, it was getting way too shaggy. A good cut was what she needed, maybe even a new style. Highlights? Or a totally different colour? Shifting a bit so she could see Ryne better, she sought his opinion. “What do you think I should do with my hair?”
“Hmm?”
“My hair. It’s really getting long and there’s no style left. Do you think I should just get new layers put in it or go for a complete change? I could dye it red or even black. Maybe cut it really short, a bit spiky on top? I don’t want anything that requires too much work, though. You know, it needs to be something simple so I can just wash, add a bit of product, dry, and go.” She knew she was babbling, but the silence between them was too hard to handle. Setting her cup of coffee down, then shimmied around so that she was sitting cross-legged, facing him.
“Um...I think it looks fine.”
Mel noted he had a sort of dazed look about him. Hairstyles probably weren’t his cup of tea, but since he was a man, she’d figured his opinion was worth exploring. “I’ve done it all, you know; short, curly, straight, streaked, long... I’ve always heard that men prefer longer hair, but I don’t know why exactly. What’s your opinion?”
He stared at her for a moment then shook his head. His lips were twitching as if trying to hold back some form of emotional expression. “It’s sexier.”
“Really? How so?”
Ryne set his coffee cup down and turned so that he too was facing her, a mischievous grin on his face. “Because, you can run your hands through it.” He demonstrated. “And use it to pull a woman closer.” Which he did, and then leaned in close to whisper against her lips. “And, when you’re having sex and the woman’s trailing her lips all over your body, the feel of her hair brushing softly against your skin drives you wild.”
“Oh!” Mel squeaked out a response as Ryne gently brushed his lips back and forth over hers. He’d buried his fingers in her hair and was now leaning back and using her long tresses to slowly pull her down on top of him. Once he was on his back and she was leaning over him, he deepened the kiss. Vaguely, Mel noted how her hair provided a curtain around them, blocking out the rest of the world. Mmm... Long hair did have its advantages she thought as she slid her hands over Ryne’s chest.
“I won.” He whispered against her lips.
“Hmm? Won what?” She traced his lower lip with the tip of her tongue.
“The bet.” He nuzzled the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply.
“What bet?” Mel guided his face back up.
“That you could ignore me.” Ryne cupped her face and stared into her eyes, the hint of a teasing twinkle apparent.
She furrowed her brow briefly. Was it worth arguing over? Not at the moment... The waves of sensations zinging through her were more important. “Doesn’t matter. This is more fun.”
“Mmm... I agree.” He traced her cheekbones with his thumbs before combing his fingers through her hair to hold her head.
Leaning in closer, she flicked her tongue over his, savouring the taste and texture of him. Gently she bit his lower lip, pulling softly before soothing it with a soft kiss. Ryne growled his approval and his hands clenched her hair more tightly before releasing it. He kept one hand on her head while sliding the other down her neck. Using his fingers, he brushed them delicately over her ear and jaw, before pushing the neck of her robe open so he could tease her collar bone.
Mel shivered in delight at the lightness of his touch and how it brought all her nerve endings screaming to life, begging for more. Shifting so that her knees straddled his hips, she leaned closer, rubbing her torso against him while trailing kisses over his face. She raked her teeth along the column of his neck and felt his throat vibrate against her lips as another growl rumbled up from his chest. The sound brought a wave of warmth to her lower body; how he made that sound and why it turned her on, was a mystery, but at that moment she didn’t really care.