I gulped and nodded. “I know.”
“Now, you want to watch scary movies all night, or are you going to go sleep with Mr. Bryne?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to read Michael’s name. Serena smiled widely at me and pushed me toward the car.
“We’ll see you early Friday morning at the hospital for your mom’s surgery,” she said. “If you need anything before then, text me.”
CHAPTER35
MIA
Michael waited for me at his front door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. I left my suitcase in the trunk because I didn’t want to intrude on him in case he didn’t want me to stay here yet. I handed him the keys and pushed my lips to his, needing this.
“Where’d you go?” he asked, closing the door behind us.
“Serena’s house, and then I got my stuff from Mason’s.” I walked up the stairs toward his bedroom, wanting to rest.
Michael grasped my hips from behind before I could reach the room and held me against him. “You went to Mason’s? Did he say anything to you? You’d better have gone with someone.”
I turned around in his embrace and brushed my thumb over his taut jaw. “Victor, Damien, and Serena. Mason didn’t even talk to me. He was too occupied with Victor.”
“And your stuff?” Michael asked, brow raised. “Where is it?”
“In the trunk.”
“Why didn’t you bring it in?”
My cheeks flushed, and I stared down at my feet, wiggling my toes in my sandals. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling so damn weird about barging in with all my belongings. It wasn’t like I had much, but still.
He paused for a few moments, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up at him. There were so many emotions pooling in his eyes, and I thought that he would scold me for it because that was what Mason and Dad always did when I did something wrong. But Michael pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine.
In one heated moment, he lifted me off the ground and shoved me against the wall. I kissed him back, tangling my hands into his hair and tugging on it gently. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me.
From my shoulders to my breasts to my hips, his hands were all over my body. He grabbed my ass to hold me up and walked with me to his bedroom. When he kicked his bedroom door closed, he let me down and pushed me back onto his bed. Everything about him felt like it did every other night, but tonight, something also felt different.
I tugged on the ends of his hair, pulling him to me. He kissed me, matching my intensity. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, and all I wanted him to do tonight was love me.
Not fuck me. Not take me so roughly.
Love me.
He slipped his fingers into my underwear, rubbing me and making me wet with delight. I moaned against his lips, and then as his lips traveled down the column of my neck, I arched my back. He slipped two fingers inside of me and groaned. I smiled against his lips, clenching on his fingers, the feeling sending pleasure through me.
He rested his forehead against mine and pumped his fingers in and out of me so slowly that it started to drive me insane. I unbuttoned his belt and pulled it off of him, and then I wrapped my legs around his body to pull him toward me, feeling his dick against my pussy. I pushed his pants down with my feet and took his cock in my hand, stroking his hardness as he fingered me.
“I want you inside of me, Michael,” I whispered against his lips.
He pressed his lips to mine, then peppered kisses down my body. He pulled my shirt up my body and tugged it over my head, then latched on to one of my nipples with his teeth, biting down. I moaned and pushed my breasts closer to him. He groped the other one, and then his lips moved from one to the other, his gray eyes gazing up at me.
After a few moments of sucking gently, his mouth traveled down my stomach until he reached my core. He hooked two fingers under the hem of my panties, peeled them off of me, and set his hot mouth on me.
I loved every moment of us together, and I moved my pussy against his face. His tongue rubbed my clit in torturous little circles, and he stroked his cock. I pulled him back up to me, unable to hold off much longer. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he shoved his dick against my entrance.
“Please, Michael,” I said as he pushed into me.
He smiled down and kissed me. Then, he thrust himself into me tenderly, filling me. Everything about him, all my feelings toward him, felt so utterly intense as he pushed into me.
I clenched around him. He pulled out, and I tightened again. He cursed under his breath and pushed himself back into me, making me moan.
