When he curled his fingers inside me, immediately hitting my G-spot, he slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moan. “Shh, shh, shh.”
My pussy was pulsing on him, my legs trembling. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me.
After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, stuck them into his mouth, and relaxed beside me. And then, as if nothing had happened, he wiped them on a napkin, and we ate our dinner in silence.
“I want to talk to you,” Michael said, balling up his sandwich wrapper and throwing it into the bag.
I swallowed my food and sat up, grazing my knee against his.
There was a lot I wanted totalkabout with him because though I had just orgasmed, I was greedy. I wanted more. I wantedhim. For a split second, his gaze drifted from my legs to my hips, then back to my face, and he reluctantly restrained himself.
“Not that.”
My lips formed an O, and I tossed my wrapper into the brown paper bag with his, wiping my fingers on a napkin. A hundred things raced through my mind about what it could be. My stomach turned, and I felt like he was about to say something really, really bad. He hadn’t treated me any differently since Mom had come to the hospital, but … I had been waiting for thistalkfor a couple weeks now.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, gnawing on the inside of my cheek.
He rubbed his face and broke eye contact with me. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I haven’t known how to say it.”
My stomach tightened, and I gulped.Here it comes …
“I heard the conversation you had with your father a couple weeks ago.”
Fuck.
My cheeks flushed. He’d heard how desperate I was for money. He knew how much I needed it and how … how I couldn’t support myself. I parted my lips to say something, but nothing would come out.
It didn’t seem like he knew what to say either because he didn’t say anything for the longest time.
And then he said what I feared the most. “How much do you need?”
All I felt was shame and guilt and so many emotions that I hadn’t even known I had.
I shook my head and looked him right in the eye. “I don’t need anything.”
I didn’t want his money or that pitiful look he was giving me.
“Mia,” he said, carefully choosing his next words. “Don’t be difficult. All I want to do is help you. There’s nothing wrong with accepting money from someone else.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and something inside of me snapped. “If you want to help me out, you’ll stop talking about this right now and go fuck me in the damn supply closet,” I said, gaze rigid. “Because I don’t want your money or sorrow or even compassion. I just want sex.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished they hadn’t. I hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh and so … so cruel. It sounded like I didn’t have any feelings for him at all … when I did. There was more to us than late-night encounters and sneaking into storage closets. Hell, Iwantedmore than this. But … it couldn’t happen. It was bad enough we were hooking up. We’d never be able to have a real relationship.
An unreadable expression crossed his face, and then he tightened his jaw. “You’re either lying to yourself or you’re blind, Mia,” he said. “You deserve more than what Mason has been giving you.”
“Oh, soheis what you really want to talk about,” I said. And again, I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
I didn’t want to feel like a pitiful mess. I didn’t want to feel like I owed Michael. I wanted to keep our relationship the way it was …
Because I was scared.
Michael’s eyes hardened. “He hasn’t come to visit you all week, and when he does, he flirts with all the nurses at the front desk.”
My heart ached, and I grasped on to the seat, knuckles turning white. “I know what he does,” I snapped. “You don’t have to make me feel worse about it.”
Michael stood up and ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t understand you, Mia.” He sighed and shook his head at me. “I don’t understand why you deal with his shit. He doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you let him walk all over you. But when someone does care, when someone wants to help you out of this situation … all you want from them is sex?”
I gulped and stared at him.No, that’s not all I want. I wanted to scream those words at him, wanted him to hold me … but I didn’t want to screw things up with him. I had screwed things up with every guy in my life, except Michael. And I didn’t want to ruin the relationship we already had.
