Misha hadn't noticed that his knee was braced on the mattress, making it look as though he was scarcely seconds from laying his body out on top of Bella's. With his t-shirt riding up on her thighs, he could imagine just how it would feel to strip down and feel her skin on his. He licked his lips, trying to tamp down his arousal.
"Oh believe me, Rosabella. When I'm with a girl it isn't a matter of if she comes or not. It's how many times. When I say she passes out from exhaustion, I'm not exaggerating."