- Your house is not like I imagined it, - says Kivilcim and turns to Omer with a slight smile. Omer's eyes involuntarily run over Kivilcim face, trying to catch all the moments of her beautiful image.
- What kind of house did you imagine?, - he asked with a smile, coming closer to her. Kivilcim, biting her lip, once again examined the room and looked into the eyes of Omer.
- In my thoughts there was something similar ... Like your brother, but I like what I see now ... Everything is tasteful and very stylish.
- The mistress of the house is important ... she creates an atmosphere and equips the house, what do you think?, - he asked with a playful smile, looking into Kivilcim eyes.
- I think you're right ... Can I? - She asked pointing to the sofa.
- Of course, let's sit down. - Sitting on the sofa, Omer moved closer and put his elbow on the back of the sofa.
- Thank you... - said Kivilcim looking into the eyes of Omer.
- Thanks for that?
- For the fact that you are always there ... You ... You are there and I feel so calm, as if there is a wall behind me and I know that if I fall, this wall behind me will not let me fall ...
- I'm glad that I instill such feelings in you ... But ... I would like to say about how I feel ... when you are around. - whispering the last words, he moved and ran his hand through Kivilcim hair, removing them back. Her breathing became faster and her lips parted a little.
- The first time... when I saw you... I realized that I was gone... You were so beautiful and strong at that table. The way you spoke passionately, the way you started screaming... Your eyes could have burned me at that moment, you know? - he said with a smile and Kivilcim laughed a little.
- You pissed me off, I was ready to hit you,- she said with a laugh.
- Although we were both angry at that moment, but I felt like I was shocked then ... I have never seen how stubborn and attractive a woman is. - his eyes fell on the neck of Kivilcim and lower to the neckline on the jacket, he could see a piece of her underwear. He swallowed at the sight and licked his lips.
- Where are you looking?, - Kivilcim asked coquettishly. Omer's gaze quickly rose to Kivilcim face and he smiled embarrassedly.
- I'm sorry, I just can't concentrate... you're very beautiful. - Omer gently took Kivilcim hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her. Kivilcim heart began to beat faster and their eyes met.
- I'm in love with you, Kivilcim... Every time I close my eyes I see your eyes... I hear your voice... I remember your smell... You don't get out of my head.
- Omer I ... - she whispered, embarrassedly turning her eyes to the side.
- Hush ... - Omer interrupted her and lightly ran the back of his fingers along Kivilcim cheek. Looking up, her heart beat faster as their gazes met, making her want to touch him, she couldn't stop her gaze from moving to her lips. Without realizing it, Kivilcim leaned closer to him, his masculine scent surrounded her, pulling her deeper.
- I don't know if we are doing everything right in our position... But... - Omer's mouth dropped and muffled her further words. Using his big hands to pull her even closer around the waist and making it clear that he wanted her as much as possible. Startled momentarily, her hands clutched at the lapels of his jacket. Sparks of fire raced down her spine so violently that she flinched at his furious possession of her lips as his kiss seared her. Pressing closer to his body, she gasped at the strength and warmth radiating from his strong body, and his tongue slipped into a deliciously deepening kiss. A groan escaped Omer's throat. Kivilcim hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He could feel her fingers intertwining with his hair, her mouth searching for and responding to his kisses, and the soft meowing sounds she made aroused him even more. Her lips were softer and sweeter than he could imagine, and his mouth desperately wanted more of Kivilcim. Not understanding at what point this happened, Kivilcim realized that she was now sitting on Omer's lap. Her legs were on either side of his thighs and his arms were around her waist. Pulling away from each other's lips, they looked at each other and breathed heavily. Omer leaned back a little, took her chin in his hand and ran his thumb over her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, his eyes sparkled with something powerful and predatory. The heat pooled between her thighs with a steady, maddening pulse. Her hands went over the large buttons of her jacket and her fingers began to unbutton them, one by one. Omer looked from her eyes to the way she took off her jacket.
- How beautiful you are...
