It was unexpected, and Misha gave out a soft burst of breath when Bella pressed up against his leg. Just as he had expected (or rather hoped, to be honest) he could feel the heat and damp through the fabric. He expected her to pull away, but instead she stayed put and tried to distract them both away from what was happening beneath the covers.
"Well, I was trying not to brag," Misha said, his voice starting to roughen. Just because Bella was trying to distract him, didn't mean in was entirely working.