Page 63 of New Roots
She chuckled as she closed the refrigerator and turned to me while I dried my hands.
“We haven’t really had much time lately to practice more of your English,” she said, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist as I leaned my back up against her small kitchen island.
She was right. I’d scaled back on my shifts at the bar after the fire, and the two times she’d come to visit me on shift since then, she’d spent most of it filling out online forms for her insurance.
“I was thinking we could take Tammy’s suggestion about tutoring,” she explained.
My arms, which had been stretched out to my sides with my hands resting on the counter, now moved to wrap around her and pull her in even closer as I tried to recall what Tammy had said. “I don’t remember what her suggestion was.”
“She recommended we try strip poker.” Her mouth formed a sexy little grin as she looked up at me with lustful hope.
“Hmmm… I’m intrigued. How does it work?” I asked, even though I knew how strip poker was supposed to play out.
“I figure I can quiz you on some English words, and you can quiz me on some Swedish words,” she suggested.
This was definitely going to work in my favor since I knew a lot of English and she knew almost no Swedish, although she had been asking me lots of words over the past two weeks. Plus, I knew how to play dirty, and I fully intended to since it would result in her getting naked.
“Who asks first?” I was hoping it was me, but I would let her go if she wanted to.
“You have more clothes on than me, so I think I should go first.” She smiled up at me.
I took her hand in mine and pulled her into the bedroom. “I need a lot of practice since we have neglected to study.”
She giggled as we walked to her room, but the laughter was quickly replaced by a lusty sigh as we made our way to the edge of her bed.
“Ask away,” I told her.
“Hmmm…okay.” She put her pointer finger over her mouth, tilting her head as though deep in thought.
“What does it mean if I say I am ‘down bad’ for you?”
Excitement lit up inside me as my smile on my face grew to match the Grinch’s evil plotting smile. The perk of working with Ruthie was she taught me all sorts of phrases, and this was one of them.
“It means you want me and my body really badly or you will die.” I knew I was exaggerating with that response, but I didn’t care.
She laughed, which was my goal, before smiling and removing her sweatshirt slowly—too slowly.
Her beautiful breasts were on display in front of me—taunting me—just out of reach. I moved to rectify that, but she swatted my hand away.
“Nope. No touching yet. Your turn to ask.”
No touching yet?Yep, I was definitely going to play dirty and speed this up.
“Okay.” I paused. “What doesfuck, vad sexig du ärmean?”
“I heard fuck in there, but I don’t know what the rest means,” she replied, and I’d known she wouldn’t.
“I said,fuck, you are so sexy.”
I watched as her eyes widened in arousal, and I moved closer. “I win, but I am a gentleman so I will help you out of your only other piece of clothing left.”
She laughed but didn’t fight me as I put my hands on her waist and moved to slide her leggings off. Part of me wanted tomove slowly and take my time, but I was still worked up from when I had first arrived, so now was not the time for slow.
I had to have her. I couldn’t wait. My control was shredded.
I kneeled to help her step out of her tight pants and then worked my hands back up her legs. When I got to her thighs, my hands circled around to the backs, and I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, placing her down on her back.
“What does apodyopsis mean?” she asked, her voice hitching as I feasted my way over her body, kissing, nibbling, and licking my way up her delicate skin, which was only covered in the small scrap of black fabric of her underwear. “It’s when someone mentally undresses you with their eyes or imagines you without clothes on. I’m doing that right now because you have too many clothes on.”
