Page 50 of Reverb
“Isn’t that the poi—”
She swallowed the rest of his word with a kiss that had him on his toes, heat burning through every part of him. Her hands roved down his body and slipped under his shirt, and it was his turn to shudder at the touch of her skin on his. The small of his back had always been sensitive, and Mish’s nails trailing over the flesh there had him pressing up into her arms and gasping.
When she came up from their kiss, her lips were plump, her eyes dancing, and her smile wicked. “Well, yes. But I figure we should talk first.”
He leaned his head back against the wall. “I likethisidea of conversation, though.” He was burning and breathless and there was fire in his veins. He skimmed his hands down until the lace of her underwear grazed his palms. “Have to admit this isn’t the mostcomfortableposition for a conversation like this.”
Once more, she laughed, then opened space between them. “True, and we’ll get to the morecomfortable part soon enough, I promise.” She took his hand. “Come on.”
He scooped up his bag and went where she led, into the sitting room of the huge two-room hotel suite. His own room, bathroom and all, would fit inside the first, with space to spare. “Well, shit. I guess it’s good to be the rock queen.”
She snorted and pulled him over to the couch. “Yeah, at least when it comes to hotel rooms.” She eyed the duffel he set down on the table. “What’s in the bag, honey?”
“Toothbrush, deodorant, condoms, dicks. That kind of thing.” This had the feeling of the bumbling first times he’d had with women after he’d transitioned. “Might be presumptuous to bring toys, but better to be prepared than to be running back to my room for a bigger cock.” Especially given his room was one floor down and a long corridor away.
She clapped a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles. “Okay, yeah, that would kill the mood.” She took a long inhale. “Though I am curious what you mean bybigger.”
Bet she was. Her gaze shifted from the bag to him, and oh god, the way she inspected every inch of him.
“I also want to see what’s under all this.” She tugged at the sleeve of his tee. “You’ve got quite the body.”
So did she. Legs that went on for days. Arms strong and toned from playing bass and, he suspected, from working out, too. Sensuous curves at her hips and breasts he wanted to cup and kiss and—
“You’re staring,” Mish murmured. “That’s not usually what happens when I tell a guy they’re hot.”
“Well, you’re beautiful. I got distracted.” He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. “Better?”
Mish’s breath hitched before she answered. “Yeah.Much.”
He’d thought Mish’s roving eyes had been full of heat before—but that had been a slight warm breeze compared to the way her gaze licked over him now. “Is there anywhere I shouldn’t touch? Anything off-limits?”
He considered the question. Lovers in the past had paid too much attention to parts of him and not enough to others, but in general, he loved his body. “Not in particular. There’s a scar on the back of my thigh I’d rather not be touched, ’cause the nerves are fucked up, but other than that...” He shrugged. “You?”
Her expression shifted as if he’d startled her. “No one’s ever asked me that before.”
Oh. Huh. “It’s a good question.” He slotted his fingers between hers. “Every person has likes and dislikes. Areas they’d rather their lover not dwell on.”
“I used to hate my feet. They’re...huge. But I had this boyfriend who adored them and...” She gave a shrug.
“You saw them in a new light?” He glanced at her feet. They were bigger than his, but given the four inches she had on him in height, that made sense.
“Yeah. It’s weird. I still don’t understandwhyhe liked them so much. It’s not my thing, you know? But that helped me not be so critical.” A blush ruddied her neck. “I also learned that with the right partner, there’s not much I don’t like.”
“Oh, ditto.” So much ditto. With the right person, everything was exquisite.
David gave their entwined hands a tug and Mish slid a hand up his arm and pulled him forward for a kiss. The taste of her uncurled lust in his belly. If he was gonna be half-naked, so was she.
But before he could grip the bottom of her shirt, Mish’s palm skimmed over his abs and she drew back enough to whisper, “Penetration?”
Fuck, just the thought made him even harder. Two images that flashed through his mind. Him in her. Her in him. “You or me, darling?”
She nibbled up his neck and stroked a hand over one of his pecs. Her touch had him sucking in air. “I really want you to fuck me, David. Nice and hard.” Hot breath in his ear. “I also want to suck your dick so badly.”
Her words turned the fire within him to an almost unbearable inferno. Talk was fine, but now he wanted more. “I like the sound of both.” And with that, he caught the hem of Mish’s shirt and yanked up.
She laughed and let him pull the thing off, baring her fine abs and even finer breasts. “Jesus, youarea goddess.”
“Queen,” she said, tugging him to her. “Come here.”
