“No.”
“I can come up with something else, but it might take me a few minutes.”
“Em, you’ve taken me to the Toronto Islands. We’ve cycled for hours. We’ve had three great meals together. We just got back from the classic car show, which was awesome. You’ve entertained me from morning until night. I’ve had an incredible day, but believe me when I say the last thing I want to do with you right now is bowling.”
She grimaced. “Did I tire you out?”
“I feel great.” He moved her up against the car, insinuating his thigh between hers. “But now I want to go inside with you.”
Emily wriggled on his leg. All day long, they’d been teasing each other to the point of distraction. Although they’d had a fun time, each conversation had been laced with innuendo, to say nothing of the odd blatant promise. She wouldn’t argue with him now. She felt confident she’d shown Michael a good time on a difficult day, and could think of nothing better than ending it next to his naked body. She slid her arms around his neck. “I want you.”
His forehead met hers. “Fuck, I want you too.”
He took her mouth, took it and tortured it with kiss after sweet kiss. Each velvet glide of his tongue drove Emily into a frenzy of need. Sheltering her with his back, he moved his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. Emily didn’t even care if nosy Mrs. Sanders from next door spotted them through the window. She’d give herself to Michael wherever he wanted her. He could lay her on the asphalt and she’d willingly submit. He toyed with her nipple through her bra and she bit back a mewl.
Only when a car passed by did Michael finally end their kiss and reach in his pocket for his house keys. “Damn. Every time I have to stop kissing you, I swear I die a little death.”
She knew the feeling.
As they went inside and he locked up, it occurred to Emily that she wasn’t exactly at her freshest. “After cycling all day long, I’m surprised you even want to touch me. I’m pretty sure my skin is covered in sand.”
“Doesn’t bother me, but I could run a bath for us.” His grin took on devilish contours. “If I recall correctly, you liked my bathroom.”
“Why do you think I’m here?”
He swatted her ass, but took her hand and led her upstairs. “Come on.”
Michael headed to the expansive master bathroom and ran the taps in the soaker tub. He popped the lid on a bottle of nice bath wash and poured some under the stream of water so bubbles would appear. He set the bottle down on the ledge and crooked a finger.
Emily went to him, like a moth to a porchlight at night. One kiss and then he slipped her t-shirt off. A nibble on her neck and her bra followed. Michael palmed her breasts, groaning, his erection throbbing against her belly. She grabbed at his belt buckle, loosening it, tugging at his jeans zipper. He stopped touching her breasts just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, but rewarded her for her patience by dipping his head and capturing one nipple between his lips. When his teeth closed on the stiff nub, she whimpered.
Breathing heavily, Michael fumbled with the catch on her shorts and dispensed with the garment and her panties. She stood bare, anticipating, as he stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. The water in the tub was frothy and looked inviting, but he tested the temperature with a hand and turned off the taps. He helped her in first, and Emily eased into the water, sighing as the heat enveloped her. He joined her in the tub, moving behind her. She sat between his legs, rested her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
As his hand strayed between her thighs, she bit her lip and moaned. “Yes.”
He circled her clit. “Just like that?”
She rested her hand on his, letting him know she loved the hot rush of feeling. “Just like that.”
It was over in seconds. Primed, her heart bursting, Emily unraveled. She continued to grind against his fingers long after her orgasm. Somehow she just couldn’t stop. Even though her body was in no way ready to hurtle her through space again just yet, his touch still produced such need. She coveted every orgasm with Michael as if it were the last and wanted to wring every possible shudder out of the moment.
“God, Em.” His voice was hushed, the mere echo of a prayer. “You’re so beautiful.”
She was falling in love with him.
Against her better judgment, despite the ridiculous timing, her heart had fused to his. She could feel them, beating together, his chest so close to her back. It seemed in that moment nothing could ever separate them, even though she knew their pleasant day had been an interlude. She was glad she’d been able to provide Michael with a reprieve. She hoped she could continue to support him. His happiness, his sense of wellbeing, had become all-important to her.
She turned around in the spacious tub and straddled his legs. As soapy water dripped from her breasts, he smoothed the suds all over her chest. A smile graced his handsome face, momentarily hiding the shadows.
“Michael.”
“Hmm.” He looked up from her breasts.
“I’m crazy about you too.”
His dark eyes flashed with heat but only for a moment. His face transformed and fell. Jaw set, eyebrows touching, his expression might have been more at home on a wooden totem pole.
“Are you angry?”
