“Do you usually provide door-to-door service?”
“Not really,” he sighed. “Seeing as I don’t get to work on many Jags ’round here, driving it over will allow me to spend a little more time with her before I surrender the keys.”
She couldn’t blame him. It was a beautiful ride, and she treasured her. But she couldn’t ignore that she wished it had taken a little longer to fix her. Then she would have been able to hold on to a little more time with Michael.
“Run the card. You can deliver it to Michael’s house. I’ll be there shortly.”
She ended the call and lifted her gaze to the two women sitting with her.
“My car’s ready. Seems fate intends for me to get out of Dodge sooner than later.”
Janae shook her head, the soft curls of her hair dancing around her shoulders. “Vanessa. Cree is right. You need to talk to Michael.”
Her body felt unbearably heavy in her seat. She leaned back in the chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure, even though she knew it wouldn’t work. The burden sitting in the middle of her gut had nothing to do with a heavy object.
“Ladies, sorry to cut our outing short. Unfortunately I need to get…” She stopped herself just before she said home. The near-slip tore a shudder through her, making her sit straighter in the chair. Michael’s place was not her home, yet she clearly understood that she’d be lying if she said part of her didn’t wish it could be.
Chapter 20
Michael’s senses were instantly alive when hecrossed the threshold of his home. The house was too quiet, and all the reasons that might be unnerved him.
“Vanessa!” He waited for a beat, dropping his keys on the small accent table in the foyer. When he didn’t get an answer, he hurried to the kitchen and then directly up the back stairs to the second floor. “Vanessa!”
He knocked on the guest bedroom door, hoping she was taking a nap and didn’t hear him bellowing her name through the house. She still wasn’t answering him, so he slowly opened the door. A quick glance around the room revealed a made bed. His heartbeat raced as he stepped into the room. He snatched the closet door open, finding her clothes still hanging there and a pair of designer boots leaning neatly against her suitcase.
He released the breath he’d trapped in his chest out of sheer panic. In the short time he’d known her, he understood that she loved pretty footwear and would sooner part with a limb than those impossibly high heels she seemed to favor.
“Michael?”
He spun around at the sound of her voice. Too relieved to formwords, in a few long steps he was in front of her, grabbing her into his embrace. Before she could speak, he plastered his mouth against hers, swallowing any words she thought to utter. He didn’t need words. Not now. The only thing he craved was the feel of her skin against his.
When she threaded her hands through his hair, tugging as her lips met his, it was the only incentive he needed to take what he wanted. And right now, the only thing he ached for was the feel of her skin against his.
Last night had been perfection until his sister and Karl had interrupted them in the living room. This morning, they’d both been too busy trying to sort through the events of the previous night that neither of them had dared to seek the explosive heat they seemed to generate when they touched one another.
Today was a new day, however. His sister was safe in her own home. She was still understandably hurt, and more than a little angry. She’d taken Michael to task last night for blowing up her life. He’d worried she’d slip right back into Karl’s web of lies the moment she was out of his sight. It was a relief she’d broken off the engagement. Now she just needed to take the first steps on her way to starting over without that conman in her life.
He wished he could say the same for himself. The moment he felt comfortable enough leaving Cindy, he realized Vanessa would leave soon. She’d fulfilled her end of the bargain. There was no other reason for her to stay. Except for this… this thing that burned between them hotter than the surface of the sun.
There was no time for finesse. This was going to be direct and fierce. The clock was running out on them and he needed to bond their bodies together for as long as he could.
He moved them back until they were in front of the foot bench. He turned her around, motioning for her to position herself on her knees. Thank God she was wearing a skirt, because his need was too intense to bother with removing clothes.
He shoved his hand into his back pocket, quickly retrieving a condom from his wallet. He pushed his jeans down enough that he could free his cock, then sheathed himself. He pulled up her skirt over her ass and nearly stumbled when he saw the thin, lacy strap of her thong peeking out at the top of her ass cheeks.
Even more determined to slide inside her, he pushed her thong aside before he slid one digit, then two at her sopping wet entrance.
She chased his fingers as he removed them. She needn’t have worried. He had no intention of leaving her bereft for too long. He placed his sheathed cock at her entrance and pressed in deep on the first stroke.
He leaned over her, whispering in her ear, “Play with your pussy while I fuck you from behind.”
Her answer was to squeeze his cock, demanding that he move. Determined to oblige, he pulled out and quickly dipped back in. If he were in his right mind, he’d take his time, make this last. If this were their last time together, he should want to have an endless supply of memories to hold on to. Yet he couldn’t. Consumed by scorching need, his body craved satisfaction now.
His hips kept a desperate pace, driving his cock so deep on every stroke. He could hardly focus on anything except the way her pussy molded to his cock like it was made for him.
And therein lay the problem. She was made for him. He was sure of it. The ways she made him laugh, the way she called him on his bullshit, the way she gave as good as she got in every situation, it was all as if he’d found the irregularly shaped puzzle piece that would fit only him.
He changed angles slightly, drawing a loud “Fuck yes!” from her. Determined to give the lady what she wanted, what they both needed, he zeroed in on that spot, making sure his cock nudged against it every time he slid in and out. Within moments, her words were reduced to indecipherable mewling noises that rang through the air, penetrating deep into his soul.
