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and nothing else.  I pictured Mitchell lying on his bed with his sheets barely reaching the middle of his lean, hard chest.
     
    “There’s not much up here yet.  I’m thinking of maybe renting out the second room.”
     
    I hadn’t heard Mitchell come up the stairs or felt him next to me until his lips were so close to my ears I could feel his hot breath tickling my lobe.  He knew this so when I jumped at the sound of his voice he laughed then quickly nipped me with his teeth.  I turned to face him only to find he had the biggest grin spread across his face.
     
    “What are you?  A ninja?”  I fake huffed which made him grin even more.  He stared at me for a few seconds more and then his looked changed.  It became intense.  Playful Mitchell had disappeared.  Lust had entered the room.
     
    “Let’s go get a drink.”  From the hungry look in Mitchell’s eyes the drink suggestion was more of distraction for himself rather than anything to do with him being thirsty.
     
    We sat on his sofa and talked for a while before Mitchell put on DVD.  I must have fallen asleep because the next moment I blinked, the film had finished and my head was resting heavily on Mitchells shoulder.  If I wasn’t mistaken there may have been a little dribble.  Not embarrassing at all.  I stood up and stretched trying to wake myself up.  Before I could blink Mitchell was in front of me and before I could take my next breath his lips were on mine.  This kiss was different.  Whereas our first kiss had been gentle and polite, this one was hot and possessive.  Mitchell took no time pushing his tongue into my mouth and began dueling with my own.  His hands we roaming all over my body as if he couldn’t decide which part of me he wanted to touch first.  He pulled me closer into him and I could feel his erection through his jeans.  I almost didn’t notice when we were back on the sofa.  This time he was sitting down and I was straddling him.  I thrust my fingers through his hair and kissed him with everything I had while grinding on his covered bulge.
     
    Mitchell broke away from the kiss and both of us were panting heavily.  His face was flustered and his lips swollen.  I imagined that I probably looked very similar.
     
    “Dana we need to stop.  I really want you but you need to be ready before we take this any further.”
     
    I slowly regained some form of composure and looked at Mitchell straight into his eyes.  He had treated me with nothing but respect and even now he wasn’t pressuring me into having sex.  Any other guy would have taken the make-out session we’d just had as the green light for more.  I realized that I wanted to take things further with him.  Sod Lana and her three date rule.  If you’re meant to be with a guy then it’s not going to matter when you’ve had sex with him.  Mitchell already said that he thinks I’m the one for him so what more reassurance do I want.  Oh shit.  My legs.  I fucking didn’t shave my legs.
     
    “Mitchell, I want to it’s just….” I paused, unsure about how to continue with what I wanted to say.
     
    “Don’t worry.  We can take things further when you’re ready.”  If he was disappointed he hid it well.  He genuinely looked concerned for my feelings which only turned me on more.
     
    “It’s not that.  I….well I…I knew I was attracted to you but I didn’t want to take anything further with you without being sure how you felt.  And I didn’t want you to think I was easy either.  So to make sure I didn’t do anything to give you that impression, I didn’t shave my legs.  But then you told me how you really felt and I feel the same so I want to…you know…have sex but I don’t want you to be stroking my furry legs for our first time”
     
    I finished my rambling, I took a breath and sighed.  I had given that information pretty much to the floor.  I was way too embarrassed to look at Mitchell.  He chuckled.