It wasn't different, she reasoned.
Talking about sex and doing it were two entirely different things.
She could get lost in the act, but the words?
That was... different.
She chuckled softly.
She couldn't even find words to think about it, let alone talk about it.
So maybe she wasn't as cool with it as she could be.
A woman with a child who was almost old enough for preschool.
"You're shaking the bed."
She pressed her lips together for a moment and tried to still herself.
It didn't work.
She just started to laugh harder.
McCrae's arm wrapped around her middle and held her still. She felt him kiss her shoulder, and her pussy clenched, making it all the more obvious that it was empty.
Wanting.
The sensation surprised her.
Like waking up from a long, long night of winter sleep and feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin.
"You're still laughing."
McCrae drew her back until she was pressed up against his chest, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
She stopped laughing then.
It wasn't funny anymore.
It was something else entirely.
She snuggled back against him and covered his arm with hers.
They folded their fingers together, and she relaxed into his embrace. "Better?"
"Mmm... better." He moved, and his mouth trailed from her shoulder to the base of her neck. "Much better.”
"You know..." she drew a breath in through her nose and sighed as she felt the prickly scratch of his jaw against her skin. "We haven't even kissed."
"Is that," she felt a subtle scrape against her skin, "a deal breaker?"
Deal breaker?
At this point, she was fairly sure that if he didn't touch her, she might just melt into a puddle.
"N-no." She felt that scrape against her skin again and then a warm, wet sensation against her skin.
Oh...