Tingles ran up and down my legs, and my heart beat a bit faster. I parted my lips and took a deep breath, trying to erase the thought of loving him. It made my stomach tighten because it was a damn scary word that both Dad and Mason used on me to get me to break for them.
“I’m not like Mason or your father,” he said, fingers gently rubbing against my inner thigh. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to leave when it gets hard. I’m not going to flirt with other women or ignore you when you need me.”
God, I wanted this more than anything. He was so damn sincere, so damn caring. I knew I wouldn’t find someone like him ever, ever again. But even if I dumped Mason, I didn’t know if this would work.
“Michael, we can’t. What would we say to Melissa? She’d … she’d hate me for being with her dad. I know that she wouldn’t talk to me ever again as soon as she found out.”
Michael clenched his jaw. “So, what do you suggest we do? Sneak around together late at night, hoping we don’t get caught by someone else?”
I placed my hands against his chest, curling my fingers into it. “I don’t know.” I really didn’t.
We were stuck because this was so much more than physical now. I … I had feelings for him. And I knew that he had feelings for me.
A look of hurt crossed his face, but then it was replaced with anger. “Do you really only want me for sex?” he asked, gray eyes so icy that I had to take a sharp breath.
I knew that he knew that wasn’t all I wanted. I wouldn’t have called him earlier tonight, and I wouldn’t have stayed for this long at his house; I would’ve gotten up and left.
“No,” I said quietly, looking down at my lap. I couldn’t even believe I had said that to him yesterday. It was so wrong of me to even put the words out there. I … I didn’t think it would hurt him. But at that time, I hadn’t been thinking about anyone hurting, except myself.
“Look at me when you talk, Mia,” he said, his voice stern.
I glanced up at him. “No, I don’t want you for only sex.”
The pure intensity of his eyes was enough to make me want to look back down. I could feel him about to say something … say something that I wished he wouldn’t.
“Prove it to me.”
“How do you want me to prove it to you? What do you want me to do?”
He paused for a long moment, then handed me my phone that I had put on the coffee table. “Break up with Mason.”
CHAPTER25
MIA
Istared between him and the phone, nerves zipping through me.Break up with Mason?If I broke up with Mason and if I trusted Michael with my entire life … things could go very, very wrong. I didn’t want to be with Mason at all, but he was safe. He’d been helping me for years, and I knew he’d continue.
Being with Michael, hiding our relationship from Melissa … that was sticky and more than risky. What if Melissa found out and drove us apart? Michael would choose her over me any day of the fucking week. She was his daughter.
He growled lowly under his breath. “Maybe sexisall you want.”
“No, Michael,” I breathed out. “It’s not all I want …”
He moved his fingers up the inside of my thigh, higher and higher and higher.
“But …”
He brushed two fingers against the front of my pants, moving them gently. “But?”
I took a shaky breath, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“But you just want this …”
He grabbed my ankles, pulled me fully onto the couch, and spread my legs. Then, he pulled down the pants I wore, lay between my legs, and rested my thighs on his shoulders. I stared down at him, my breath catching in the back of my throat. He spread my folds and pressed his tongue against my clit, drawing it in small circles.
I clenched, the force building inside me. God, this was damn good … but I wanted more of him. I really did. He stared up at me with icy-gray eyes.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Think about the last time Mason made you feel this good.”
