Mishka stayed only a little while longer. He kissed her hand again when he left, and though his smile was kind, she got an odd feeling from him. She didn’t think he liked her much. She watched Alex embrace him. Mishka said something to him in Russian and his eyes darted in her direction. Alex just smiled. Zoey walked back out onto the porch and sat down in the hammock. The brightly colored canvas was cool and soft. She lay back and snuggled into the fabric. She imagined napping here would be very comfortable. The sun was beginning to go down and the temperature had begun to drop. The breeze drifting across the porch brought goose bumps to her arms. It was time to change out of her bikini into something a little warmer. Alex appeared in the doorway. She watched his eyes travel across her body. She watched his smile broaden as he walked over to her.
“You know, there is room for two,” he said.
“Really? You think so?”
“I know so,” he replied.
“Oh, you know so.”
“Uh,” he hesitated, her tone was playful, but not completely amused. “My brother sit there with his wife before. It will hold us both.”
She smiled wide and her heart jumped in her chest as he placed a hand on each side of her to steady the hammock and sat down.
“Move over some. I bigger than that,” he grinned.
“But I’m comfortable right here in the middle,” she teased. “That way I won’t fall.”
“I won’t let you fall.”
She moved over slightly and smirked up at him.
“Fine,” he said and leaned over on top of her, shifting his hips to rest next to hers. He slid he arm underneath her shoulders and moved her over himself. The hammock rocked unbalanced and she clung to him. He smiled at her. She looked up into his big, blue eyes and swallowed hard. He brushed his lips gently across hers. She expected him to keep going, but he pulled away. She was more than disappointed. He held her tight and shifted his position again in the hammock so that he was lying on his back with her on her side next to him.
“Hey, you’re taking all the room,” she whined playfully.
He pulled her over on top of him, “Better?”
His bare chest against her skin felt so good. She leaned down and brushed her lips across his. But she didn’t pull away. She could feel his breath on her lips and she couldn’t keep from kissing him. She kissed him softly, loving the feel of his velvet lips, the roughness of his beard. As he twisted his fingers up into her hair, her kiss became deeper and more urgent. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted to lose herself completely in his kisses. His large hands were amazingly gentle as he brushed them across her back and up her shoulders.
He looked up into her eyes and smiled, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
She grinned down at him, “Well, I’d never want to compromise your virtue.”
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