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Ravi nods. The way she’s looking at him feels like a gift he doesn’t quite deserve. “Why didn’t you hear us come in the night before?” he asks.
“Oh, I’m done with questions. My belly isveryfull,” she says, her smile cheeky.
“Yeah?” Ravi replies, slowly rising up on his tucked knee and leaning toward her. She seems to understand his aim, sliding her legs through the space between his and shimmying down until she’s lying flat underneath him, looking up with unrestrained want in her eyes.
“Yeah,” she says, and he bends to kiss her.
It’s amazing, how even though she tastes like the pizza, she somehow tastes even more likeher. He lifts his hips so that she can spread her legs, lowering down for her to wrap around him. It’s not long before his mouth is on her neck and she is sighing and squirming beneath him. He kisses his way down her chest, stopping at the edge of her bra. When he starts to reverse his path, she whines.Christ.He’s suddenly impatient again, too, so he grants her wish, returning to where she wants him. He nudges her nipple with his nosethrough the cotton, and she gasps, arching upward. Her inhale isn’t even finished when he takes it into his mouth.
“Ravi,” she says. “Bedroom.”
“HOLD ON TOme,” Ravi whispers into Yael’s neck.
“Hmm?” is all she can manage. She wasn’t listening. That seed of hunger has grown into a tree again, its branches forking through her every limb, so quickly it should be embarrassing.
He laughs, nuzzling his nose against her pulse point. “Hold me so I can carry you,” he says, and she obliges. Then he’s lifting her, one hand splayed in the center of her back and the other hooked underneath her thigh.
“I like looking down on you,” she says, and is rewarded with a flash of his crooked incisor.
“I know you do,” he says, carefully rounding the couch. “I plan to give you every opportunity.”
Her body flushes at that, and she dips her head to brush her lips against his. He stops just short of her bedroom, pinning her back against the wall so he can kiss her more thoroughly, the hand on her back trailing up the side of her torso and stopping, infuriatingly, at the top of her ribs. She holds on to him for dear life—not because she fears he’ll drop her but because she worries that she’ll melt out of his arms. Her senses find him everywhere: his fingers, his lips, him hard against her as she rocks her hips. The smell of citrus and sandalwood and the salt of sweat. His taste on her tongue, his heat in the few places where the two of them don’t touch. His heavy breaths, the sounds he’s drawing out of her.
All Ravi. She feels delirious with need. Wet, wanting.
He pulls them back from the wall, robbing her of the sweetpressure between them, but it’s only seconds before he carries her to the room and lays her down on the bed. Ravi covers Yael’s body with his, and it’s delicious like this, too, all the softness below her and the hardness above. That drag of Ravi’s hips has her whimpering.
When was the last time she felt like this? She can’t remember, but it must be years, eons. Has she ever felt like this? Has she ever felt like this with a cisman?
Yael’s eyes fly open. “Condoms,” she gasps. “I don’t think I have any condoms.”
Ravi props himself on one elbow. His deep-brown eyes look even darker now, the near-black of his hair. “You know,” he says, tracing a finger along her clavicle and following it with his eyes, “half the time when I sleep with someone, the kind of stuff we’ve already done is the main event.”
Yael swallows. “I mean, me too, but—”I want to do this, specifically, with you, specifically.So badly she can think of little else.
“I know,” Ravi says. He presses his thumb right in the center of her bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it curl back into place when he releases it. “Me too.”
“I guess it’s…” Yael says, trying to grasp for the end of her sentence even as she can feel the length of him, heavy and insistent, pressed between them. “It’s a good time to discuss…” Ravi’s fingertip trails downward, brushing along the underside of her breast. “I can’t think when you do that,” she breathes.
“Sorry,” he says, placing his palm flat and still against her sternum.
Yael’s mind clears long enough to say, “I’ve been tested since my last partner.”
“So have I,” Ravi says.
“And I’m on birth control,” she says, and Ravi nods. “Ididn’t say that to… I’m not trying to suggest that we don’t use protection; I just—”
“I didn’t think you were.”
Relief courses through her, her muscles relaxing against her comforter. “Okay,” she says.
“It’s late,” Ravi says, his hand coming to life again. It takes every ounce of effort she has to focus on his words. “What if we just kiss until we want to go to sleep, and then in the morning I’ll go home to get some extra clothes and I’ll buy some condoms on the way back?”
Yael tries to keep from smiling. “Extra clothes?” she asks.
“You said you had the apartment for the weekend, yeah?” His smile is confident, but Yael can tell from the way he searches her face that the question is earnest, even hopeful.
“Extra clothes would be good,” she says.
