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ribs, kneading, almost probing. Mike felt the passion flashing from her fingers down to his heels, back to his skull, down his spine. He swayed giddily, and pressed her close.“Not entirely!” She laughed, turning her face eagerly to meet his. Five minutes more elapsed.
When they broke away—maybe an inch—she was smiling warmly. “But—yes. If you don’t mind. I am still—” She hesitated, fumbling for the words.
Mike provided them for her. “You are in a new world, and pushing yourself as hard as possible to grow into it. You would like time, to fill every room properly, before you move into the house.”
“Yes!” she said. “Oh, yes. That is exactly it, Michael.” She stared up at him. “I love you so,” she whispered. “Believe me that I do.”
Mike kissed her forehead. “All right, then. That’s how we’ll do it.” For a moment, feeling her shoulders under his hands, he almost hissed. Desire.
Then, laughing softly. “What the hell? My grandpa always used to say we youngsters didn’t know what we were missing. Anticipation, he’d say. ‘By the time you little twerps get married, you’re already bored with sex.’ ”
Rebecca giggled. How easily they talk and joke about this!
Mike stepped back. Two inches, maybe three. “All right, then,” he repeated. “We’ll get engaged. A long engagement, just like in the old days. As long as you want, Rebecca Abrabanel.”
He stepped back another few inches, slowly and reluctantly, but firmly for all that. “I will speak to your father tomorrow.”