“Like what?” he asks before scoring his teeth over my nipple.
My eyes start to burn, because it’s all too much. Too good to be true. Even though I know he’s very,veryreal and every bit as good as he seems. “Like nothing else in the whole world matters but me.”
Austin pushes up on an elbow and skims the back of his hand along my cheek. “Nothing else does. Only you, Mikayla. And if no one’s ever made you feel like that before, I renew my offer to hunt down your exes and tell them what idiots they were.”
“I’d much rather you stay here,” I say, “and finish what you’ve started.”
“Your wish is my command.” With a grin, he finally gives me the pressure, the touch, the pleasure I’ve been aching for and strokes his finger over my clit. The sound I make…it’s pure need, and he slides down my body until he’s lying between my thighs. “I want to taste you, sweetheart. Can I?”
No one’s ever done that to me—with me—before, but I trust him completely, and with arousal clouding my mind, I don’t even think before I mumble, “Uh huh.”
“Austin!” I cry out when his tongue starts to dance over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and a finger slides deep inside me.
He freezes, meeting my gaze with fear in his eyes. “Did I—?”
“More,” I demand, not caring that his mouth is…thereor that my neighbors might hear us. Every part of me, every cell in my body needs him right where he is.
He doesn’t reply, but I think, through half-lidded eyes, I see him grin as he returns his focus to…whatever the heck he’s doing to me.
His free hand molds to my hip, a feral, rumbling sound in his throat, and my entire body implodes with my scream, endless waves of pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, I can’t see, can’t think, can’t do anything but ride them and hope I don’t drown.
Austin
“You’re so damn sexy when you come,” I whisper in her ear as I carefully pull Mik into my arms, trying to avoid the various bruises on her back.
“Huh?” Her eyes don’t quite focus as she peers up at me, a lazy, bemused smile curving her lips. “You said something…”
“Yousaid a lot of things. Or precisely, one thing over and over.”
“Please tell me I didn’t make a total fool of myself?” Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, her brows drawing together as she waits for my answer.
“Not one bit. You just kept asking for more.” I still taste of her, and when she curls her fingers around my neck and pulls me closer, the surprise registers in her eyes for a split second before she deepens the kiss, wriggling against me in a way that makes me groan.
“Mik, are you—fuck—are you sure?” I ask. “We can wait…”
“I’m sure.” Her voice is deeper now, sexier, the aftershocks of her release sending goosebumps racing down her arms. “I want this, Austin.Thatwas amazing. But there’s this place inside me thatneedsmore.”
“Kiss me again.” It’s more plea than command, because when we kiss, everything that makes Mikaylaheris so clear to me. Her fears fall away, and with them, mine vanish too. I’m so hard it’s painful, and there’s nothing I want more than to bury myself in her, but if she’s not ready, if there’s even a single second of doubt in her kiss, we’ll wait.
There isn’t. All I feel is her desire, her need, her arousal. Tight nipples pebble against my chest, and delicate fingers trail down my abs, over one scar after another, until she lightly strokes my shaft, andfuck.
“Tell me what to do.”
“You’re…doing just…fine,” I manage. Though I’m not. Like any red-blooded American male, I rub one out in the shower from time to time, but it’s been almost two years since I had a partner. If she keeps this up much longer, I’m going to come all over her hand.
“Condom,” I mutter as I reach for the foil packet. Rolling it on is painful, and I hiss out a breath, willing my body to obey my commands long enough for me to get inside her.
Mik lies back against the pillows, looking up at me with a mix of desire and apprehension playing over her features, but before I can ask one more time if she’s ready, she spreads her legs. “Inside me, Austin. Just…go slow.”
Bracing one hand on the headboard, I guide myself to her entrance. “Relax, sweetheart.” I don’t have to remind her, because the second my crown slips between her folds, it’s like all the parts of her that were unsettled, all her fears, all her uncertainty just melts away.
By inches, I slide deeper, waiting for her body to adjust, our gazes locked on one another. This woman sees all of my broken pieces, all my pain, and she doesn’t brush it away. She accepts it, and I’ve never felt anything as sexy as that.
“I…fuck, Mik. There’s so much I want to say to you.” Fully seated now, I kiss her, then slowly, gently, start to move my hips. Her moan is everything, and she clutches at my back, drawing me closer with every thrust.
I want to see her eyes, want her to see mine, but I’m terrified if I break off the kiss, I’ll say something she’s not ready for. Something I didn’t thinkIwas ready for until this moment.
Instead, I kiss her for all I’m worth, rocking into her, relishing in the tiny mewls and moans, the way her breasts scrape against my chest, and the pleasure I swear I canfeelcoiling in her belly.
