Leaning against her shoulder, Leroy pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck. Lorraine's arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close. She knew how much he drew strength from her nearness; how her touch steadied the storm within him.
It was one of the reasons she tried to remain strong. For him.
She closed her eyes, letting his slow kisses ground her in turn. His hand wandered over the small of her back before slipping forward, only to meet the firm resistance of her corset. He sighed against her skin…soft, almost boyish, but unmistakably disappointed.
Her lips curved.
"Shall I undress?" she whispered, amused by the familiar ritual between them. She knew how much he loved resting against her soft mounds, finding comfort in her body while his mind sorted through its storms. If that was what he needed tonight, she would offer it willingly.
