“Not at all,” he replied, and I grinned, jumping into his arms.
He pressed me up against the wall, his response to my urgent kisses immediate.
“Fuck, Firecracker,” he said into my throat as I moaned, riding his ridged stomach.
“I don’t want to miss another minute,” I whispered. “I want to spend every one of them here with you. Right up until the bitter end.”
“Thank God,” Mitchell said. “Anita. Close the door.”
The door swung shut with a softclick.
“I’m going to miss her,” I said as he latched his mouth onto my collarbone.
“What about me?”
“Nah. I’ll be happy to be able to walk normally again.”
He let out a thrumming snarl. “Not anytime soon.”
The surge in my stomach was like fire, the heat incinerating everything.
“Wait, who says we’re going to fuck right now?” I asked innocently.
Mitchell raised an eyebrow, then he set me on my feet. He stuck his knee between my legs, nudging them open.
“I do.” He leaned in and kissed me. Somehow in the few hours since we’d been apart, I’d forgotten how my whole body seemed to increase in temperature at the simple touch of his lips. How with his searching tongue, I felt like I was melting, no matter where else we touched.
“You’re a cocky bastard,” I managed, when I broke the kiss.
“Yup.” He raised his hand to my throat as he kissed meagain, harder and more insistent. “But you love it, Winona, don’t you?”
This time, the word didn’t scare me like the last time. This time, it just notched into place, like an arrow in a bow.
“I can be cocky too, you know,” I said.
Mitchell slid his hand down to my hips. “Show me, Firecracker.”
I released a button on my coveralls. Then another. Then I pulled the whole thing open. I’d taken my undershirt and bra off before I’d come in here, so it was a full show of bare tits on display, just for him.
His eyes darkened. “Winona, you’re not playing fair.”
I grasped my breasts, pinching my own nipples.
He let out a guttural noise, sliding his hand down over the bulge pushing his towel out. “Fuck, Winona.”
“I think you mentioned, at one time, slapping these tits. Making them bounce. You have yet to deliver.”
He made that noise again, then he was on me, his hand on my throat, tipping my face back as he bent down to stroke my lips with his tongue. “That what you want, Firecracker? You want me to make these beautiful tits shake for me?”
His thumb pressed into my jaw and I nodded as best I could.
“Such a dirty girl, firecracker.
Mitchell held me against the wall and obliged, giving my right breast a slap with his fingertips, upward so it bounced. He made that guttural sound again. “Fuck.”
“More,” I said, my voice still choked behind his hand.
He slapped it again, and again, the delicious sting reverberating through me.
