"You''''renotdoingthisonpurpose,areyou?"Hisvoicewaslow,half-mog.
Ofcourseshewas.Ratherthanwaitforhimtomakethefirstmove,Reyadecidedtospeedthingsupherself.Whilehewasaway,shehadshiftedrestlesslyonthebed,wupjustenoughsweat,lettingherbodyexudeafaint,intoxigfragrance.
Thetowelinhishandslidfromherforeheadtohercheeks,thenpausedbetweenhercolrbonea.Hisbreathquied,bloodstirring,theflimsybarrierofhisglovesdoinglittletodullthewarmthseepingintohim.
Thetowelwastossedaside.
Reya''''sshesloweredasshelethereyesfallshut,herbreathingdeliberatelyuneven.Shedidn''''tresistwhenhisfingersbrushedhercolr,slippingihetrary—sheletthemotionlinger,asifeachtouraveledherfurther.
Intheair,thestfromherbodybecamemoreintense,windingandfermentinginthecold,dampbasement.Itwasasicklysweetsmell,likesyrupdrippingintohotmilk.
Hisglovedhandsmovedacrosshercmmyskinwithafaint,paperyrasp,lingeringfarlohannecessary.Hisfingersweredeft—clearlyfarmoreexperiehanJulian.Hecuppedoneofherbreast,almosticatfirst,butthetremblingedgeinhisbreathbetrayedhowfarfromicalhereallywas.
Hersoftbreastfeltalmostsmallinhisrgepalms,butheseemedpleased.Shecouldsmelltherisiinhisnow-unsteadybreath.
"Myclothes...they''''retoowet.It''''sunfortable,"Reyawhispered,thewordsfeather-soft,asthoughtornfromherinweakness.
Thesentendedlikeasparkintinder.Hishandfrozeonherchest,susperemblingwithrestraint.
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