Part 275 (2/2)

never had a picnic in bed before.”

”Same principle as a blanket on the beach. We eat, listen to music, and

then I make love with you. This way we avoid the sand.”

She took the bottle he offered and drank to ease a dry throat. ”I don't

know how all this happened.”

”That's okay. I'll be glad to run through it all again for you.”

”Was it-” She broke off, annoyed with herself.

”You weren't going to ask if it was good for me, were you?”

”No.” He was grinning at her. ”Sort of.” She took another bite of

chicken. ”Never mind.”

Delighted with her, with himself, with everything, he ran a fingertip

down her bare arm. ”You want like a scale of one to ten?”

”Shut up, Michael.”

”Just as well, because you went right off the scale.”

He only fl.u.s.tered her. ”It's never been like that for me before,” she

murmured. ”I've never ... I didn't think I could-” She broke off

again, then taking a deep breath got the rest out of her system. ”I

thought I was frigid.”

He nearly laughed, but he could see by her face that it wasn't a joke.

Latimer again, Michael thought and had to take several seconds to

control his voice. ”You thought wrong.”

His careless response was exactly the right one. Looking up again, she

smiled. ”If I had followed my instincts that day on the beach when I

kissed you, I'd have known differently a long time ago.”

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