The Boy Next Door by Staci Parker Page B

than she could have ever wished for. She was going to do everything she could to return the favor. Mitch began drying her shoulders, then her arms, then down her back to her rear.
    When he walked around to the front of her again she looked up at him, he could tell that she was getting cold, but he wanted to take his time and take in all of her body that he could. He slid the towel down her chest and over her breasts. As he rubbed against her nipples he heard her take a sharp breath. Mitch looked up at her, but only found approval on her face.
    He slid the towel lower as he bent down onto his knees. He began drying her legs one at a time and then stood back up. Gently he placed the towel between her legs and a small moan escaped her lips.
    “Have you ever been with a man,” Mitch whispered in her ear.
    “No,” she said, shaking her head.
    Mitch wrapped his arms around Nairobi, warming her with is body. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest with each breath that she took. Nairobi slid her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. There was something about him that made her feel safe, something that made her feel as if she would always be cared for. She could not explain what she felt for him, but she was glad that she had not been bought by any evil, hideous man. She knew how lucky she was to have this man.
    Mitch moved his hands down to the small of her back and pulled her close to him. She could feel his heart pounding and he could feel her shaking under his grip. Nairobi looked up at Mitch for just a second before he placed his lips on hers. She had never been kissed before. She had never imagined that a woman could be treated so wonderfully or that a man would be happy to be with her.
    Her mother had told her stories of how the men in America treated women, how they saw women as their equals and did not do harm to them. Her mother had told her that, of course, there were evil men everywhere, but for the most part the men in America were protective of the women. Nairobi always thought that her mother was making up stories to make her want to go to America. Now she knew that her mother was telling the truth.
    As Mitch kissed Nairobi gently she felt his tongue flicking at her lips, pressing into them, begging for entrance. Nairobi opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. She felt his tongue as he began to explore her mouth. It caused her stomach to flip and feel as if butterflies were fluttering around inside of it. She had never felt that way before.
    In South Africa men were not gentle with women. They took what they wanted and often times killed the women in the process. Many women ended up with diseases because the men saw them as nothing more than animals. They had many children as a result of the men forcing them to have sex with them and often times they were not able to feed them.
    Nairobi knew how lucky she was that her mother had hid her away and that her mother had learned how to hide from the men as well. Her mother had suffered from complications when Nairobi was born, leaving her unable to have more children, but that did not stop her from contracting a disease, or from those men killing her.
    Nairobi had never really realized just how lucky she was until she found herself in the arms of her future husband. She felt his hands slide down to her bottom and he began to squeeze it as he kissed her. Nairobi pulled back and looked up at him.
    “When do we marry?” she asked. She knew that she was not as smart as he was but she was no fool. She knew that if she gave him what he wanted without being married, he could send her back to Africa and she never wanted to go back. Not after the little bit of her new life that she had experienced.
    Mitch smiled at her. “Tomorrow if you like,” he said, not releasing her rear from his hands.
    She placed her hands on his chest. “Then tomorrow,” she said, giving him a gentle kiss before pulling away again.
    She could see the