My Kind of Trouble

by L.A. Schwartz

She grazed her fingers over his back, up through his hair. “Do that more firmly.” He spoke into the wide hollow between her breasts. “It feels wrong unless—” “Autism thing?” “Mm-hm.” He had already moved his mouth to her other breast, and it was no problem at all for Harmony to dig her fingers into his back, to claw them through his curls, over his scalp. Preston slid back, hand still massaging her breast as he kissed down her side and sank to his knees. “Preston.” “Let’s see how articulate you are in a minute.” His fingers snared the lace and dragged it free from her hips. He shifted back on his heels, removing his glasses and folding them before carefully placing them on the bedside table. When he leaned forward it was to spread her thighs, looking for all the world like he was opening a book he was very interested in studying. His eyes had a slightly unfocused look that didn’t quite catch on Harmony’s face as he asked, “Okay?” “I’m gonna give you a late fine if you don’t hurry up.” “We don’t give late fines anymore. They’re inequitable.” A swell of feeling for how sweet he was, how sincere, washed through her. Preston never bullshitted. But she was immediately distracted by another feeling, because Preston certainly wasn’t bullshitting now as he laid his mouth down between her thighs. There was only heat and the perfect balance of soft and insistent he learned quickly from her sharp inhalations and