Page 49 of The Wrong Sister

“Sweat in this context isn’t very sexy, Griff!”

I reach out and grab the zipper pull, slowly dragging it downwards until it falls open. It’s like unwrapping the sexiest present on earth, watching that bulky fabric reveal Mina in all her naked glory.

“Fuck, Mina! You, in any context, are sexy. I can’t believe you ran across the street like this!” I slide the hoodie off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“I didn’t think past this part.”

“I don’t have any problem figuring out what should happen next. Except maybe it should happen in my bed where I don’t have to stoop down to reach you.”

She sashays down the hallway. The movement of her hips is hypnotic. When I get to the bedroom she pulls my shorts off, evening the score. I sit on my bed, bringing her between my legs to look her in the eyes. “Meens, I hope you know that sex wasn’t part of my plans today. I mean, I’m not going to deny that I’m always happy to be naked with you, but that’s not a requirement for us to spend time together.”

She leans into me, running her hands across my shoulders.

“I don’t think that. But I can’t help wanting you.”

“The feeling is very, very mutual. But I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted. I missed you. I’m happy to see you.”

Mina climbs onto my lap, kissing and nibbling a line down my neck. “Maybe we can think about what we want right now and then focus on the other things later?”

“You are in a pretty ideal position for it.”

The subject of what else we might want from the evening doesn’t get broached again for a while. We don’t even make it off the edge of the bed. I blame those hips, personally. Her ass is a close second. She seems to enjoy me squeezing it while rocking into her as much as I do. Neither of us ends up unsatisfied. We’re lying back on my bed, legs entwined, her head on my chest, when a question occurs to me. That’s not honest. It’s a worry that keeps cropping up, trying to sour the afterglow.

“I want to ask you something, but I’m not sure how to do it tactfully.”

“Fire away. It takes a lot to offend me, even more so now that I know your intentions are curiosity and it’s not some sort of subtle dig at me.”

“I was thinking about how often we’ve had sex. Like, mostly more than once every time we’re together. I guess I was wondering if this is normal for you. Or is it because this is new?”And the interest will wear off, leading you to search for something more exciting elsewhere, the worry finishes.

“Hmm. I think I have a healthy sex drive. I enjoy it. But I would say, in the past…” she trails off before picking back up as if I can hear what she’s thinking to connect things. “Not that it wasn’t good before but, I’ve neverwantedsex the way I do with you. Should I have admitted that to you? I’d rather be forthright than play games.”

I breathe out, relieved, and tilt her chin up to kiss me. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up and would end up disappointing you. I think I’d describe myself the same way. I mean, I’ve wanted to sleep with a particular woman before, but I’ve never…cravedsomeone the way I do you. Like I can never get enough…”

“Like the connection is more than physical,” she finishes for me.

“Exactly. I’m trying not to let it freak me out. I feel better knowing I’m not alone in feeling this way.”

“Me too.” She kisses my collarbone, running her fingers through my chest hair.

“Are you hungry?”

“A bit peckish. I’m not sure if I’m hungry enough to warrant a whole meal though.”

“How about snacky type stuff andPoldarkon the couch?”

“Yes, please!”

“Do you have anything to wear? I almost forgot you came over here in Rafferty’s hoodie!”

“That’s why I brought my biggest purse. I have panties and a tank top in there.”

“I’ll allow it.”

“That’s very big of you. Thank you.” She quirks one corner of her mouth up. “ I suppose I can let you put on underwear.”

We rummage through my kitchen together, gathering crackers, salami, olives, cheese, and fruit, depositing it all on the coffee table like a poor facsimile of a charcuterie board. We sit on the floor, legs stretched out under the coffee table, and eat until we’re full, then lie together on the couch. I pause the show when Mina dozes off in my arms. I must fall asleep too because when she stirs it takes me a disoriented minute to figure out where we are.

“Can I stay, Griff?”

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