“You okay?”
She nodded, even though she could feel tears streaming down her temples and into her hairline. “I’m going to move a little. Real easy.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and gripped his bottom even tighter. “Okay,” she whispered, holding her breath.
He gave a bark of wry laughter and dropped his head on her neck. “Damn... I hope it’s not going to be that bad.”
Her eyes shot open. “Don’t you know?”
“I’m not a woman, Smitty.”
She blinked, then frowned up at him. “You mean to tell me it doesn’t hurt you?”
He shook his head.
“God is a man,” she muttered.
He laughed so hard his arms gave out and he lay on her.
She watched his shoulders shake. “It’s not that funny, Hank.”
He lifted his head off of her and looked down, still grinning. He shook his head. “I never knew I could laugh and screw at the same time.”
“How perfectly romantic.”
He eyed her the same way he had eyed the genie bottle. “You’re mad as hell, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Sex is not fair and equal.”
“But it’s a helluva lot of fun, sweetheart.”
“That’s because you’re the man.”
“Give me a little while and I’ll make you eat those words, Smitty.”
“How?”
“Did you like what I did to you? This?” he asked, then slowly dragged his tongue across her chest, watching her the whole time.
Her breath caught, and she whispered, “Yes.”
He reached down and drew a finger around where they were joined. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“If you don’t like what I’m going to do, then from now on we’ll just do that.”
Now that was an offer that had promise.
The only thing that bothered her was his expression. His face wore the same look he’d had when he was playing poker with Theodore, a look that said he held the winning hand. “Agreed?”
She nodded.
“Relax, Smitty. I’ll go slow and easy until you’re ready.” He shifted slowly, pulling back. “Does that hurt?”
