“I think they even have microphones,” I went on.
“I don’t care,” he repeated.
He did mean it.
The backs of my legs hit the bed and I wasn’t prepared for it. I fel back and he came down, his knee settling on the bed between my legs. He was on top of me a moment and then rol ed to the side, pul ing me with him, sliding his thigh between my legs as his hand at my ass slid my crotch along its length. His mouth went back to my neck.
Oh my, but it felt good.
Even so.
“I don’t want them watching,” I said.
“They won’t watch. They’l turn off the cameras.” I wished that was true, but I’d spent time in that room and after awhile, you’d watch anything.
“No they won’t,” I said. “I know what it’s like sitting in there, it’s boring as hel . They’l total y watch.” there, it’s boring as hel . They’l total y watch.” His head came up. Then he said in his authoritative voice, addressing the room at large. “Turn off the cameras.” Then his mouth went back to my neck, clearly thinking that was that.
Good grief.
“They aren’t going to do it,” I told him.
His tongue slid down my neck to touch at the base of my throat.
“They’l do it,” he said against my throat.
“They won’t. You have to go check.”
His head came up and he looked at me like I’d just asked him to pop out and fetch me some Russian caviar.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
He pressed my behind, putting me in intimate contact with his rock-hard crotch.
“Sunshine, I’m in no condition to go check.” Mmm, it would seem he was right.
I thought about it then I made my decision. I’d hate it, but I’d do it, with conditions.
“Okay, but, just in case they’re watching, we have to do it with as many clothes on as possible and you have to be on top so they won’t see me.”
He stared at me a beat. Then he buried his face in my neck and I felt his body move with laughter. Then his lips slid along my cheek again and he kissed me, stil laughing.
Then he kept kissing me.
I knew two kinds of Hank Kisses. The light kisses and the make-you-dizzy kisses.
These kisses were a third kind of kiss. His hands roamed my bottom and back and I realized these kisses weren’t leading anywhere. They were cuddling-with-Hank kisses; softer, sweeter, slower, stil lots of tongue but mostly just-be-together-and-touch-while-you’re-necking kisses.
They made me a different kind of dizzy.
After awhile, he stopped kissing me and rubbed my nose with his.
Then he said, “Let’s go get something to eat.” I looked at him.
“We’re not gonna do it?” I asked.
“No. I appreciate your sacrifice Sunshine, but if you’re not comfortable, we’re not gonna do it.”