Finally
[This is where the lemony goodness will start. You are forewarned.]
"Can you hear your heart thumping, Mia?" he moaned against my lips. "I can feel your blood rushing through your veins." He muttered in awe. I think I hear him say the word 'alive,' but I am too far gone to ponder over something so trivial. His lips left mine, then. He traveled to where his fingers had pressed against my pulse. He licked and sucked until I felt myself squirming on his lap. He chuckled slowly as his hands cupped my breasts.
The sly bastard brushed his fingers over my nipples for the shortest period of time before letting his hand find my waist again.
He didn't utter a single word and he held me firmly. He stood up, holding me against him: his chest pressed against mine. I wrapped my legs around him, instinctively and leaned into him. I let my head rest on his shoulder.
I tried to distract him with kisses. He shook his head and then took us up the stairs.