"Robert Reed - Show Me Yours" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

deep for a woman and pleasantly rough. Then she shows him a half-wink, asking, "What do you think?"
He almost laughs. "Think about what?"

She doesn't answer.

He takes another little step forward.

"About my roommate," she says. "What do you think?"

The man scratches his bare navel and then his sternum, smiling as he phrases his response. "Sweet."

"My roommate is?"

Again, he says, "Sweet."

Which makes her laugh, and she stands up now and runs one hand through her black hair and flips her
head twice and says, "You aren't."

"I'm not what?"

"You know what I mean," she says.

He is barefoot and shirtless and maybe in his middle twenties--a fit, strong young man with pale hair and
abdominal muscles and jeans that could be tighter but not much so. "I'm not what?" he asks again.

"Fooling me," she says.

"No?"

"Not at all."

He shakes his head. "I didn't know I was trying to."

She says nothing.

He gestures over his shoulder. "She's sleeping."

"Is she?"

He doesn't answer.

"Sleep is good," she allows.

He watches her face, her body.

Again she uses her index finger, touching herself beneath her pale neck before pulling down, slowly
dividing the robe until the inner faces of her breasts show in that gloomy yellow light. She is well-built and
naked under the robe and her smile is girlish and warm and her deep rough voice says, "Show me yours,
and I'll show you mine."