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“This is nice,” he replied.
“Just nice?” I countered. “I mean, it’s not testing any of your theories, but it’s better than nice.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. It’s better than nice.”
“So, you wanna explain what you meant when you said you had things you wanted us to do?”
“Uh . . .”
“I’m assuming they were sexual things.”
He snorted. “Well, yeah, mostly. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it while we’re lying like this and...”
I chuckled. “While we’re in this position and what?”
“You’re gonna need a fully functioning body for that,” he said. Then he grumbled and did a shuffle-roll so he was now facing me. “This is probably better.”
I laughed again and lifted his chin so I could kiss him. “Okay, so you being the little spoon is definitely a theory you want to test.”
I was gonna saywith his ass pressed against my crotchbut figured I’d save him the embarrassment.
He smiled and his sigh was content, and I was glad I’d not gone for sarcasm.
“Now don’t get me wrong,” I murmured. “I’m all for testing whatever theories you wanna test when I have a fully functioning body. But this is pretty damn awesome too.” I kissed him again, softly but a little deeper.
Open mouths, the soft push and pull of lips, and my hand on his cheek, but no rush, no blazing desire for anything more.
Just languid kissing, slow and full of emotion. This was where the real passion was. The real tenderness, the real me.
Kissing him was different from anyone I’d kissed before.
He was a man, so of course it was different.
His lips were soft but his stubble was rough. His body was hard angles and strong, and he smelled like... like sea salt and sunshine. Not florally or sweet. He wasn’t gentle or passive.
His hands were big and strong, the way he gripped me, held me. It was divine.
The way he kissed me, with his head tilted, mouth open, and his tongue...
Heaven.
And I could have so easily pushed for more. I could have rolled on top of him, sore knee be damned, and brought us both to climax, because I was turned on, and god, so was he. But there was something about taking it slow, enjoying this for what it was.
Closeness, tenderness, and finally just enjoying us. Letting each kiss run its course, every taste, every touch.
When we paused, our foreheads pressed together, our lipswet and swollen, I couldn’t stop the smile. “I could kiss you like this forever,” I whispered. “I wish I’d known it could feel like this. Nothing’s ever felt like this.”
He smiled, ducking his face and settling in against my neck. “It’s everything I imagined it would be. Better, even. I hate that you hurt your knee, but we wouldn’t be here like this if you hadn’t.”
I chuckled and rubbed his back, his side, his hip. “I was just thinking that,” I admitted. “That sure, orgasms are great and all, but this—being here with you like this—is kinda amazing. Slow kissing, slow tasting...”
He hummed. “Never realized you were the romantic type. Always thought you were... I dunno, immune to it. You were never romantic with Becca.”
“I was never romantic with anyone,” I said, then pulled back and lifted his chin. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone. I need you to know that. This is... crazy different. What I feel, how you make me feel.” I searched his eyes in the moonlight. “I want to shout it in the streets.”
He smiled, his cheeks pink. “I’m sure the neighbors would love that.”
I caressed his cheek with my thumb. “I want to write songs about this color,” I murmured. “On your cheeks when you blush. I want to sing about your smile or the line of your neck when you laugh.”
