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| I was barely aware of my babbling, knowing I should have been more embarrassed by both the situation and what I was saying, but I wasn�t. We hadn�t even been able to make it a foot inside the door before we started attacking each other�though, to be fair, it had been far too long and we had both spent most of the drive to the hotel teasing each other in the car�and the things that were coming out of my mouth made me thankful that I had been able to shrug off the whole Catholic guilt thing that my mother tried to drill into my head until I was old enough to form my own thoughts and decisions. Maybe being around sailors so much has broadened my vocabulary, and definitely not in the Miss Manners way that my grandmother wanted me to adapt when I professed a desire to get off the ranch, but I didn�t care. I had never been vocal during sex before in my life, but with Harm I couldn�t seem to shut up, and he had told me more than once that he loved every sound I uttered, which made sense because we spent so much time just talking when we first started working together. To people like us speech was just as alluring as contact. Maybe even more so because the spoken word is already so seductive, and when things are phrased just right you can say a million things with a single word. And, for two people who have made careers out of articulating everything until there isn�t even a hint of doubt, our years spent talking were the most incredibly form of foreplay either one of us had ever known.
Of course, the play that came after the fore was indescribably better. |
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