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"But--" I look around There doesn’t see attention, and in the dark it’s not obvious where his hand is hidden

His fingers curve inside ht then His thuainst hly pullsin my arms"

"Yes," I say, because I aht then I think I’d let him layus on He wouldn’t, though, and deep inside, under this haze of passion and lust, I know that We’re still in our bubble, hidden in the dark, buried in the corner

But Damien needs this This man who once told me he doesn’t do public sex Because that’s not what this is about Instead, he needs proof that I a with Maynard That the demons of his childhood haven’t pushed et lost in his arms as much as I need to lose myself to him To know that he is back--and that he is still mine

"Yes," I repeat, because it is the only word I can hts and eirl," he says, sliding his hand off uely aware that he has thrust it into his pocket, but that is not the hand that interests ers that are teasingme bitesensations I’ in her boyfriend’s lap, after all Not like a woman about to come like she has never coerfucking her

Just a girl sneaking a brief kiss Just a girl--

"Oh, God!" I cry, but my shout is sed by Dah ers have played , totallyhich Daht, to writhe and ain I want this ind of pleasure to keep pulling me up and up, and the fact that I can’t--the fact that I need to stay quiet and still--only increases the fever that is burning through me

All too soon--or possibly hours later--rationality returns to h I have sprinted a mile And when I lick my lips, I taste blood

I rub my mouth, but it’s not mine, and it takes me a second to realize that I bit down on Damien’s lower lip "Are you okay?"

"Baby, you can bite me anytime"

"Oh my God," I say "Oh my God" And then, "You didn’t tell me it did that"

He pulls his hand out of"A h contentedly, then slide off him I curl up next to hi rin is as playful as ood?"

"Yeah," I say "Kinky is very good"