She had to pull away, now. In fact she was on the verge of doing that very thing when she sensed it. Just a stirring at the side of her at first, but it was soon followed by the feeling of his hand hovering over her back. When she strained she could almost make out its warmth, though she still couldn’t quite piece together what he was doing.
It felt as if he’d forgotten how to move his body. She was almost concerned, until that indecisive hand quite suddenly sank down over her back. She felt each finger spanning her tightly—from her shoulder blade to the bottom of her rib cage—and wanted to laugh.
He was hugging her in return. And quite clearly, he was rusty at it.
“Oh my God, I’d forgotten what this felt like.”
“Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?”
“None like this—holy shit. Okay, I’m just going to kind of slump into you now. So if you’re averse to that, say before I’m swamping your helpless body.”
“I don’t mind if you swamp.”
“Are you sure? Because I think I’m a fumbling virgin at this.”
“You’re doing fine. In fact I think I’m close to a cuddling orgasm.”
She sort of wished she hadn’t saidorgasm, but it was too late to change her mind now. He didn’t waste a single second. As soon as she’d answered, his other arm slid around her waist. Those big biceps tightened, real close to her face. And most overwhelming of all—his head sank into the space between her shoulder and her throat. It made a little nest there and settled in against her skin. She could actually feel his stubble, so rough against such a sensitive spot...and was that a hint of his lips?
She thought it was, but wouldn’t accept that it was anything but innocent.
He wasn’t trying to kiss her, for God’s sake. This was just the way the hug had shaken out, with her almost curled beneath him and his face smushed against her neck. He had warned her he was about to swamp, and when people swamped sometimes strange mergings happened. It was no big deal.
“Ohhhhhh yeah.”
No big deal at all.
“Oh baby this is so good.”
Really not a big deal.
“Can we just stay like this for a thousand years?”
Okay, maybe it was a little bit of a big deal.
“We probably have to. I think you’ve fused us together,” she said, just to make things a little lighter. She even managed a tiny amused breath, which should have sealed the deal. It didn’t, however. Somehow the wordfusedhad come out just as sexual as all the rest of this, and the little sound had a husky quality.
It was almost a moan.
She wasmoaningat him now.
While he in turn asked increasingly loaded questions.
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“No, it’s cool. I like having four arms.”
“And a penis?”
Why did he have to talk about penises? She had absolutely no idea how to get around that one. All she could manage was a wavering, “I can’t wait to pee standing up,” but that only seemed to make things more complicated. Now he was laughing, which was good in one way. He sounded so normal now when he did it.
It was just thefeelof him doing it. That was the real problem. The sound seemed to vibrate right out of him and into her. She actually felt buzzing in her own bones, and maybe also around places she wouldn’t think too closely about. The penis talk was enough on its own. She didn’t need to start thinking about any other body parts that had sexual connotations. He was still recovering and she barely knew what sex was.
Connotations were just not possible.
Shewishedthey weren’t possible.
“Mmmmm you’re so warm.”
