Page 133 of Love, Rekindled

Not only is the sound a buzz, now I feel something vibrating.

“It’s like a buzzing sound. I think it’s coming from the bag.” I set it on the bed. “I can check.”

“Oh, shit!” Takira rushes from the bathroom to stand between me and the bed. “Um, I’ll get it. It’s just… I’ll get it.”

She doesn’t move but licks her lips and shifts her eyes to the floor.

“Well, get it,” I say, grinning, because obviously something’s up. “What is it? Why don’t you want me to see?”

She holds my gaze for a few seconds and then rolls her eyes, releasing a huffing breath. “I did ride your face last night, so I think at this point, no need to front.”

“Agreed.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me, dipping to kiss along her jaw. “But I may need you to ride my face again right quick to make sure.”

Her eyes drift closed, and she leans into me before popping her eyes back open. “No! We’ll be late.”

“I said right quick.” I laugh, reluctantly releasing her. “Now show me what’s buzzing in the bag you’re trying to hide from me.”

“It’s my…” She turns to unzip the bag and digs around to the bottom. “It’s this.”

She holds up a black device that looks like a…

“Is that a vibrator?” I ask

“Yeah, it’s my lucky vibrator,” she says, like that’s a real thing. “My sister gave it to me for Christmas kind of as a gag gift.”

She turns it off and takes it over to her bedside table, dropping it into the open drawer. “I didn’t realize it was still in this bag from my last trip. I guess it got…pressed.”

I walk over and open the drawer again, looking at the vibrator. “You like it?”

“It’s fine. It’s not my best one.” She fans her face. “My best one? You’d think that thing had the engine of a Mack truck. And my massage gun? That’s on thekids, don’t try this at homelevel. I come so…” She stops, bites her lip and glances up at me. “Sorry.”

“You were saying you come so…”

“I come so hard with that one.” She laughs. “This is a weird conversation.”

“Tell me more about this menagerie of vibrators you have.” I sit on the bed and pull her down beside me. “I think anything that makes you come hard is something I should know about.”

“You’re serious?” she asks, assessing me with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah. Tell me.”

Her gaze goes from disbelieving to speculative to defiant.

“Okay. I love vibrators. They don’t cheat on you. They don’t insult you when you gain five pounds or complain when your period is on. They don’t gaslight you. You come every time and never have to fake it.” She holds up one finger and inclines her head. “And…they don’t snore.”

“I hope I don’t do those things either. I mean, Idosnore a little.”

She looks at me knowingly, lips twisted and arms crossed.

“Okay, I snore a lot.” I lean into her, pushing her softness down on the bed and bracketing my arms on either side of her face. “But don’t ever fake it with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” A husky laugh slips past her lips, and she reaches up to trace my eyebrows with one finger. “I haven’t had to.”

“I don’t just mean sex, Kira. No faking between us on anything.”

“I thought this was supposed tobejust sex.” A faint smile curls the edges of her mouth as she looks down, away from my eyes trained on her. “After these two weeks, we could walk away.”

“I never said that.” I tip up her chin, and a feeling of rightness warms me inside as soon as our eyes meet again. “It’s too late for that.”

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