Hearing Bella gasp, Misha was sure that he had pushed it too far and he was about to lose the game, but instead he could feel her squirm against him, the heat and wet from her panties nearly searing him. Rather than react, Misha took the opportunity to stare at Bella. She looked hotter in that moment than he ever would have given her credit for, her lip worried between her teeth and her skin flushed and bright. He could feel her thighs trembling around him and was only a second from deciding what to do, when she gasped again.
Misha knew that look. He knew it better than he knew his own reflection in the mirror, he'd seen it enough times. But there was no way she...
"Did you just..." he trailed off, not sure if he even wanted to go there. His semi-erection had hardened enough to cut glass, the moment he'd felt her wet against him, and Misha wasn't sure it would take all that much to set him off.