The party died a natural death as her sister and the twins made their way to the bedroom, and soon after Michael led her into hers as well. Unlike the night before he didn’t keep his clothes on, instead stripping down to plain black boxer shorts and insisting she do the same.
“I want us skin to skin tonight. At least as much skin uncovered that we won’t slip…”
Brie had never been able to sleep in her bra and when she asked him to help her with the back hooks; he didn’t keep his hands from moving under it and caressing her while he kissed the back of her neck.
“Oh bloody hell love, I thought your legs felt like silk, but your breasts are wonderful, and as I suspected, all you. I would beg you to sleep topless if I wouldn’t be tempted to revert to being a baby at my mother’s nipple and end up suckling you all night long. Lord Love, go put on a nightie or shirt or something, before I lose all control.”
As she went through all the choices in her drawer, she seriously wondered if she wanted to do it. Never once since turning eighteen had she met anyone who not only seemed to want to be with her as well as making her feel so good being around. She knew he had been hard as hell since the living room and it had been clear when he pulled off his pants and the front of his boxers had looked like a vertical tent. Even now she could feel his eyes on her, watching as she held up one thing after another, and she liked it. Finally she slipped a black silky short gown that Fleur had bought her last month. As she turned to go back to the bed, she stopped short and her mouth dropped open at what she saw. His boxers were no longer tented and he was standing free and tall from the front opening. Michael looked embarrassed but she saw no reason for him to be. She was sure if she was a man she would want to show something so long and lean without even thinking.
“Fire Queen, your hungry look is not helping my condition. I am laying here thinking every bad thing I can to get him to go down and I was succeeding until you saw him.”
She moved on the bed and sat cross-legged beside his hip. “From what I can see Michael, you don’t have a damn thing to be ashamed of, but I can go get Fleur for a second opinion…if you want me to.”
“Don’t you even bloody consider it. I’m not on exhibit for her or my two younger brothers. He is standing so tall and proud for one person and one person alone. Normally I would be taking care of it myself. I even considered it when I stopped off in the bathroom but I thought I could control it, I guess I was wrong.”
“Michael, I could help you, I’ve never done it before, but I do know the mechanics of it, I’ve listened to my brother’s talk about it enough.” She didn’t know why she was so willing unless it was to pay him back for what he had given her earlier.
He shook his head as he sat up then drew her back on the bed beside him. “Brie, I appreciate your offer but I don’t want this to be that kind of relationship. I want us to be comfortable with each other, to be able to share our feelings and emotions before anything else. What happened earlier was nothing I’m ashamed of and I would gladly repeat it over and over, but I didn’t do it with hopes of you using your mouth on me, or your hand or even testing to see if you have been violated or not. You know as well as I do that in your own way, you don’t completely trust me not to treat you the way you’ve been treated in the past. Until you can look me in the eyes and tell me we’ve reached that point, I won’t ask you of anything but kisses and caresses.”