It was fun, watching Bella's gaze cloud over and her skin grow more and more flushed, with each piece of clothing Misha removed. She had seemed so self assured, it was satisfying to see her feathers get ruffled.
"Only if you don't think you can control yourself around me, he replied, slipping between the sheets. He was used to spreading out in the middle and his mattress showed the wear from it. It took a small effort to keep from leaning in toward Bella.