A while back, Michael decided his name would henceforth belong to Lee. It’s hers to do with as she likes. No matter how she says it, it becomes a gift instead of some strange intrusion—every time, she’s giving something back to him. When she says it in bed, it makes Michael want to pull her against him, touch her everywhere, show her something he doesn’t know how to explain. He feels like he doesn’t have enough arms.
Huffing out a shuddery sigh, he takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply on the mouth. It’s when he start rocking into Lee’s strokes that he breaks it off with a groan and reaches down to start tugging at his slacks.
“I gotta get these off,” he says, stating the obvious out of distraction.