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“I don’t know. A secret?”
He thinks about it for a second. “I don’t really have many secrets anymore,” he says. “But I do tell my mom I’m a consultant. I think she’d freak out if she knew what my job actually was after med school.”
“You don’t tell her anything?”
“A little, here and there,” he says. “Sometimes things about my most interesting cases. Our conversations are usually the same, she asks me how I’m doing, I ask her how she’s doing, and then we spend twenty minutes talking about her garden. She loves plants.”
I laugh. “Do you?”
“No,” he says. “We traveled a lot when I was growing up, and we’d stay in small apartments a lot. When my parents finally moved to the States full time after my mom retired, that was the only thing she really wanted. A garden with flowers all year long.”
“Where does she live now?”
“Bellevue,” he says. “Just outside of Seattle.”
“That’s far from Boston.”
“It is,” he says. “But I try to visit as often as I can and I travel enough that it’s not difficult.”
“Is your dad from around there?”
He smiles. “No,” he says. “He’s from California. He was an English teacher in Japan when they met. He was supposed to go back to San Marino and then he just didn’t.”
“That’s such a sweet story,” I tell him.
“I don’t know,” he replies, inching closer to me, his gaze flitting between my eyes and my lips. “I like ours better.”
I laugh, throwing my head back. His hand is on the back of my neck suddenly, his fingers splaying as he touches me. “It’s definitely weirder,” I say.
“I know,” he replies. “I like it.”
Before I can think of anything to say, he presses his lips against my own. It’s a soft kiss, his lips barely brushing against mine, and his gentleness only makes me want him more. My hands are flat against his chest as he breathes deeply. I feel the hardened muscles of his chest under the flimsy fabric of his white shirt.
I slowly trail my hands up his chest, toward his neck, and kiss him hard on the lips. I open my mouth to let his tongue swirl inside of mine. He deepens the kiss, laying me on my back. My head is on the pillow, and Rei’s hands are slowly going up my sides, until he locks his fingers with mine again.
He holds my hands up over my head, against the headboard. He breathes deeply against me when he pulls away to take a break from kissing me, his pupils covering almost the entirety of his irises, and then he goes back to pressing his lips against mine, his tongue warring against mine as my grip on his fingers tighten.
I feel the hardness of his muscles against me, the heat of his skin, the softness of his breath. As he gets on top of me, he continues kissing my lips, then slowly down toward my chin, until he’s kissing my neck. Each time he puts his lips on me, it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says softly, his breath tickling my skin. His hair falls on his forehead and on me. “I could stare at you all day long.”
“Don’t,” I say breathlessly. “I want you to touch me.”
He smiles at me. He takes off his glasses quickly, putting them next to me on the pillow. I can see how fogged up they already are from our heaving breaths, from our fevered gasps. Then his fingers go back to mine and he kisses the front of my neck again, until he reaches the top of my shirt. His hands leave mine and he traces his fingers down the sides of my body, bunching up the fabric of my top. His nails dig into my skin, his fingers leaving divots on me.
He’s so slow, so tender. He’s making me wait and it istorture.
Rei lifts up his head to look at me, just for a second, his eyes narrowing as he does. When he sets his gaze on me, his lips curl up in a smile. “Fuck,” he says breathily. “I could taste your skin for hours.”
The way he’s talking makes my heart beat faster. “Wait,” I say. “What about you? I want to make you feel good.”
He stops, his brow creased. “But Trine, you are making me feel good.”
Okay, I didn’t know a guy could make you come from just talking, but I guess if anyone was going to do it…
He doesn’t let me think about it. He slides my top up my body, throwing it on the floor somewhere, and captures my mouth with his again. He kisses me deeply, his tongue deep in my mouth until he needs to take a break, and then he kisses down between my breasts, until he’s kissing my stomach, right above the waistband of my underwear.
He smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Waiting is almost too much to bear. He doesn’t use his hands to undress me, he uses his teeth, his breath hard against me. He’s been so controlled so far, butright now he’s fucking feral.
