But no fuckin’ way I was gonna let this mouse escape my gaze as she gutted me with pleasure.
I once again placed my face directly in front of hers, and this time, when she tried to turn her head, I gently grabbed her around the nape. Locking my hand with the ball of my palm against her chin so she had no choice but to let me hold her gaze in mine as I told her, “I like this. I like you.”
A shy glance down since she could no longer turn her head. But then her soft brown gaze returned to mine, and she whispered, “I like you, too.”
I like you, too.
My balls contracted with almost painful tightness then. I threw back my head before geysering, as promised, all over her hand.
And something else, as it turned out.
When I opened my eyes, I smiled. Not just because this sweet girl had given me the best hand job I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing, but also because at least one of my wishes had just come true.
“Looks like I messed your hoodie,” I observed without any apology whatsoever in my voice. “We better take it off.”
CHAPTER8
Kayla
“Lookslike I messed your hoodie. We better take it off.”
My face heated with embarrassment. I couldn’t say for sure what had come over me.
One moment, I was getting up to leave, and the next, I was giving Mick the kind of hand job I never would have thought myself capable of… before now.
Beforehim.
I would have figured that super out-of-character, brazen sex act would have slowed Mick down.
But his declaration about needing to take off my hoodie turned out to be a warning.
He slammed into me like a truck, his lips colliding with mine again as he advanced forward.
Does this man even know the meaning of slow?His forceful kiss pushed me into a backward stumble until we arrived at his intended destination.
The bedroom suite.
“Wait, hold on….” He drew back from the kiss just as we reached the edge of the suite’s ginormous bed. “Not makin’ the same mistake I did last time.”
I stared up at him, breathless and confused.
Until he started taking my clothes off. This time with slow deliberation.
The fresh hoodie I’d donned less than an hour ago went right back over my head. He tossed it aside, leaving me in nothing but my green bra—which he unhooked with a simple flick of his index finger and thumb behind my back.
“Even better than I was imaginin’ at dinner.” His black eyes burned over the breasts he’d exposed.
And I shuddered. Even though the suite wasn’t cold, my nipples puckered under his heated gaze.
“Oh, I’m kickin’ meself for not takin’ me time with you.”
“I have regrets about earlier, too,” I admitted on a cracked breath.
His burning gaze got a little hurt until I quickly explained, “I wanted to look at you, too!”
Now it was my turn to give him a heated up-and-down look. “I mean, you’re so built.”
He grinned. “You think I’m mad fit, then?”
