"'You told me about Preet to take my attention away from you.'"
"'Yes.'"
"'Knowing I'd take it anyway.'"
"'Yes,'" she said. The word barely word-shaped now.
He kissed her.
The specific, side-angled kiss of two people where one is behind the other — his mouth finding the corner of hers, her chin turning as much as the tree in front of her allowed.
PAH!
"'HNNGH~♡—'"
"'And I like,'" he said, "'that you're exactly that.'"
The moan that came out of her was longer than the previous ones. The specific, resonant quality of a sound that had been generated by something emotional as much as physical.
PAH! PAH!
He slowed.
She felt it — the change in rhythm, not the building pace of before but something deliberate. Something purposeful.
His hand moved.
From her hip. Around. Down. Past where they were joined. Lower.
She felt where it was going before it arrived.
"'Wait—'"
"'Mm.'"
"'That's — I've never — that's not—'"
He pressed.
