She leaned down, placing her hand on his chest and brushing his lips with her mouth. Quick as an arrow, her tongue darted out to taste him, then lifted away.
“Hold still,” she whispered, “And keep your eyes closed.”
A faint line pinched his brows. “All right.”
“You do trust me, don’t you, Michael?”
He nodded. “It’s just that we have a midnight curfew, and the coaches check the rooms. And they all have keys.” His lips twitched, so tantalizing that she was compelled to kiss them again. “I don’t think you want to be caught with me.”
She frowned, sliding her hand over his chest. “I’m not ashamed of who you are. Or what I am. Or what we’re doing.
“So hush.”
She climbed on the bed, moving between his legs. Pleased, she saw that he wasn’t hard for her. At least, not yet. His flaccid p***s
