His eyes rolled back in his head as I carefully bit down on him. I held enough of him between my teeth to gently tug on the dusky skin. I flicked my tongue over the tiny nub for just a second, and then let him go.
He was shocked.
“Sex,” I said, licking my way over to his other nipple, “isn’t just about inserting tab A into slot B or C. It’s about finding pleasure. And one thing I learned from the first man I called my boyfriend? Is that you have to share that knowledge with your partner.” I gave the second nipple the same treatment as the first.
“Holy crap, I like that,” he breathed.
“Good,” I said and snuggled closer to him. “But we’re not doing anything more right now.”
“I have a raging boner.” It was pathetic and adorable.
“I know, so do I. But we’re still in Russia and I don’t care if the door is locked. This,” I pointed between the two of us, “is dangerous enough.”
He pouted. Maddox Jones actually pouted at me. “Can I at least keep kissing you?”
Smirking, I nodded. “That you can.”
I had never been kissed to sleep before, but I wasn’t going to say no if Maddox wanted to do that again one day.
* * *
“Wait…”
I watched the Russian flag fly by the window and a few seconds later the Belorussian one. I looked up from my plate and stared at Maddox.
He laughed and popped some little delicacy into his mouth. “Yup. We’re not in Russia anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“The border crossing from Russia to Belarus is nothing, when you’re on a train. If we were in a car it would be an ordeal.”
“So, we’re safe?”
“Not yet,” Maddox said. “The border from Belarus to Poland is tough. That’ll be about a half an hour. We won’t have nearly as much trouble, though, because we are both carrying Polish passports.”
“That’s why they picked Polish.”
“Exactly. When you’re a national, it’s easier to get back into your nation.”
I let out a sigh and sat back. “Do you often get sucked into international intrigue?”
“Not often, but enough.” He laughed just before he took a sip of the tea. “We’ll be at the border around ten, and our train to Warsaw leaves at eleven. We should get in about two in the afternoon and we’ll head straight to the address we were given.”
Staring out the window, I realized that Belarus didn’t looked much different from Pennsylvania, or any of a dozen of the states east of the Mississippi. Heavy woodlands, rivers, streams fields flashing between the trees. Sunlight and the hints of the winter to come in some of the colors on the trees.
“Deep thoughts?”
I shook my head, and then a moment later, nodded. “Just looks like any other train through the east.”
He waited while I stared, and thought and ruminated for a bit. There was so much in my head. I didn’t know where to start.
“I never imagined that this is where I would end up.” I blinked a few times, and smiled. “You’re still okay with me?”
“Okay with you?” He was momentarily lost. “Oh, the kissing thing. Let’s see, I woke up this morning as the big spoon with my morning wood nestled against your ass. I’m pretty okay with all of it.” He moved closer to me on the bench seat, and laced his fingers with mine. “I’m very okay with it.”
Looking down at our hands, a sense of surreality washed over me, and a sob left me. Maddox looked over, confused. Another one left, and was quickly followed by a laugh. He turned and pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around me.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
