Chapter 8

He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and forefinger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body.

He smiled at her.

“You are very wicked,” Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, “I like wicked”

“Good” he flattened his palm into the waistband of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down.

“Dimitri, what if someone sees us?” she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn’t stop.

“It’s dark and quieter than a tomb” came his reply.

“I guess…” Kelly said. Her brain wasn’t thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and….. “Oh my God” she moaned. She dug her chin harder in