I drag him into the cabin, and we’ve barely shut the door when he cages me against it. His mouth lands on mine, hard and urgent, and I let out a moan as he steps into me, his thick length pressing against my stomach. Desperate for the friction, I shift closer to him. He shoves his thigh between my legs and cups my ass as I grind against him.
I tug at his shirt until I can reach his hot skin underneath.
Oh, Jesus, he’s built. His abs are flat planes of hard muscle, and I push at his shirt until he gets the hint and pulls it over his head in one swift motion.
That’s when I see the anchor tattooed in beautiful ink on his chest.
I run my fingers over it. The thought crosses my mind that this is another sign of destiny—he and I both have anchor tattoos—what are the odds?
His shudder as I touch the tattoo tells me this is a symbol of deep significance to him.
But I also sense that’s a story for another time. I trail my fingers down his chest until I reach his abs.
He slides his hand up my leg until he’s underneath my miniskirt. His fingers travel to the elastic lace of my panties, and he slips one finger inside until he reaches my wet core.
I’m writhing so much Michael has to use his other hand to keep me upright.
“I’ve got you,” he says in a gentle tone, and it feels like his words mean so much more than just this moment.
He strokes inside me, and within seconds, I go over the edge, calling out his name like a prayer.
Before I’ve returned to earth, he picks me up around the waist, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bedroom.
CHAPTER TEN
Michael
I can’t get close enough to Emery. She’s still moaning as I carry her into my bedroom, and I’m a jumble of insane need and want for her. I nearly trip on our way down the hall, and I’m legitshakingas I lay her down on the bed and climb on top of her.
I’m in good shape, and I’m certainly strong enough to support my own weight. But right now? I feel weak as I brace myself over the woman staring up at me with those see-right-through-me eyes. She’s a goddess, and I’m scared to death she’s going to change every single thing about my life forever.
Something about her feels so fucking familiar that I nearly say so. But we’ve already been over this, and I know we’ve never met before. And yet, I can’t shake the feeling.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs.
I brush my lips against hers and place one hand over her heart. And then, I give her what she asked for.
My mouth covers hers, and I kiss the hell out of her.
Our tongues tangle together, and our frenzy picks up full steam.
Within seconds, our clothes are on the floor next to the bed, and I’m kissing my way down her body. I take my time on her ample breasts that I haven’t stopped thinking about since I met her. I suck on one nipple, and then the other, until she’s absolutely begging me to get her off again.
“My pleasure,” I murmur.
Her skin is so soft, and I keep going until my mouth is between her creamy thighs.
“Can we go out again?” I ask her right before I lick her sweet heat.
She cries out.
“Is that a yes?” I say before I lick her again.
“You’re asking me out while you lick me,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice. “That’s not fair.”
“I just want to know if we’re on the same page,” I say with another lick followed by some sucking action.
Her head’s thrashing against the pillow now. “Michael, God. You’re so good at that.”
