At the door, Marshall leaned down and kissed her. It was a swift kiss, a mere brushing of their lips together. Kenna pouted. “That’s all I get?” “For now, yes. If I take your mouth the way I want, we’ll end up in my bed, and I won’t let you up for hours. And if I do that, I can’t feed you. So shopping, then cooking, then eating. Then I’ll take you long and hard and every way you can imagine.” Kenna grinned.
