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“Shh, don’t move,” he orders, moving a pen over my skin. “You’re the closest thing I have to write on.”
I snicker, closing my eyes again. He’d better not be using a Sharpie. That’ll take days to get off.
The peaceful noise of the rain outside lulls me back into relaxation, and I fold my arms under my head, feeling the felt tip move quickly over my skin, stopping every so often to dot an “I” or poke a period.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I muse.
“Oh, you’re not moving anytime soon. Your ass is too nice to look at.”
I cross my legs at the ankles, teasing, “Is that all a Thunder Bay boy can do with a girl’s ass?”
A light slap hits my right cheek, and I laugh.
But then, after a pause, he stops writing. “Have you ever…” he asks, drifting off.
It takes me a moment to connect the dots, but then I realize what he’s asking.
“Anal?” I clarify. “Well, considering I’ve only had sex once before you, I’m sure you know the answer to that.”
I certainly wouldn’t have done that the first time, no matter how naïve I was. And since Misha and I haven’t done that, then of course, the answer is no.
“So we’re virgins then,” he says, his tone making it sound like he’s kind of enjoying that idea.
“Yeah, virgins,” I grumble. “And I plan on dying one, because there’s no way you’re sticking that in there.”
He snorts, breaking into a laugh.
Capping the pen, he moves up and over me, lifting my shirt over my head. I arch my neck back, meeting his mouth and kissing him. His teeth nibbling my skin sends an electric shock down my belly and straight between my thighs.
I guess the nap helped. He slides his hand under my chest, cupping my breast and I’m already turned on.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I stare at his lips, dipping in for more. Hell, yes.
I groan, my eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head as his mouth trails down my neck, devouring me in hot, demanding kisses. He grinds his hips into me, and I feel the hardening bulge between his legs.
“Talk to me,” he whispers. “I need your words.”
Talk? Now?
His hand glides down my bare back, brushing my hair and making it tickle my skin. He takes my ass, kneads it, and without thinking, I bend my knee to the side, opening myself for him.
“Before I met you,” I say against his lips. “I fantasized about you.”
“But you didn’t know what I looked like.”
“I knew you were Misha,” I reply. “That was enough.”
He groans, nibbling my ear and dipping his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding inside of me.
I close my eyes, the pleasure of him filling me making me wetter.
“One night it was storming, like tonight,” I tell him, “the lights went out, and for the whole evening, it was dark and quiet.”
His fingers come out, swirling around my clit, and I shudder. My breath is shallow, and I’m unable to stop my hips from trying to rub into the bed and his fingers.
“I reread all of your letters that night,” I pant. “I love the ones about when you got your first car and how you and your friends got arrested for the kegger out on some farm. You sounded so bad, so much fun.” I lean back, longing for his mouth again. “But the letter I love more than all the rest is when you told me about your ex-girlfriend after you’d broken up. I was so mad at first. You had a girlfriend, and you hadn’t told me, but…I think that’s when I first realized…”
