Mouth still locked on hers, I took a few steps back, walking her over to the bed. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pulled her down with me so she was sitting in my lap, straddling me. Her legs spanned my hips, hair tumbling all over the place in a curtain. Having her on top meant she would hopefully feel more in control. But the view was phenomenal too. Bailey pulled back, gold-flecked eyes meeting mine. They were endless, captivating.
