Kim walked in a few minutes later. “Time for more morphine.”
Megs watched Mitch’s eyes drift shut, the strain on his face easing. “You rest, love. You just rest.”
“Speaking of rest…” Kim pinned Megs with her gaze.
“I’ll head to the hotel soon. I just want to read to him first. And, Kim, can you close the door behind you?”
Megs had a promise to keep.
Mitch’s pain lessened,and he floated in a world that was blurry around the edges. He knew who he was. He knew his name, and he knew when people were talking to or about him, though it all seemed far away somehow.
He knewhername, too. He knew that he loved her, needed her, wanted her close to him. But when he had tried to say her name, he hadn’t been able to do it.
Anger. Confusion. Frustration.
This wasn’t right. He couldn’t say why, but it wasn’t. He was trapped in a strange place, and he didn’t know how to get out. He had questions but no answers.
But when she held his hand, when she smiled at him, when she told him she loved him and read these stories that he somehow already knew, things made sense for a while.
Mitch pouredhimself a second cup of coffee, his breakfast eaten, camp waking up around them. “And then what did I do?”
“You kissed me with your tongue—down there.”
Sweet Jesus.
Wouldn’t he just love to do that?
This was how every day started now. Megs shared what she’d read in that book of sexual fantasies or, worse, shared her fantasiesabouthim. It was her revenge for his making her wait until her eighteenth birthday.
But Mitch would not let her break him.
He took a sip of coffee, waited until he could speak with clinical detachment. “What does that mean—kiss you with my tongue?”
His question caught her off-guard, as he’d suspected it would. Yes, she had learned a lot, and she could make herself come. But reading about sex was very different from the actual event, and she had no real experience.
She stammered. “I … uh… It means you gave me oral sex.”
He put a thoughtful frown on his face. “Oh, I get that. I’m just not sure what exactly I did with my tongue.”
“Well, I guess you did what you’d do with your dick.”
“So, I thrust my tongue inside you?”
She nodded. “Then I came.”
Who was he fooling? She waskillinghim.
Well, two could play at this game, and he had more experience than she did.
He finished his coffee and set the cup and empty plate inside the plastic tub they used to wash their dishes. “That’s not how I would do it.”
She cocked her head, a look of confusion on her face. “It’s not?”
“Nope.” He took her empty plate from her hand, set it in the tub, and drew her onto his lap, his hands on her hips. “First, I would push your knees back to your chest. I’d want a really good look at you.”
Her pupils dilated.
“Then I’d run my tongue over you, taste you.”
