He twisted their hands so his was no longer pressed against her nipple. Instead, her breast rested in her own palm. “We need to get rid of this.” Releasing her hand, he tugged at the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head.
His bare skin scorched her and he pulled her back down to him, resting her on her side. He tucked one arm under her while the other glided over the curve of her side. His hand slid over her knuckles, gently guiding it back to her breasts. “Do you like to be touched here?”
Her mouth became dry and she licked her cracked lips. His fingers manipulated hers as she rubbed and pinched the hard nub of her nipple. A moan hummed in her throat and she squirmed against the long length of his chiseled body. The hardness hidden beneath his rough jeans moved against her side and her mind raced with all the things she wanted to do to him.
Shifting her free hand behind her, she reached for him. A hiss sounded in her ear, and he grabbed her hand and brought it high above her head. “Not so fast. This is about distracting you. But if you’re ready to speed things up a little…”
He lifted her fingers and moved them to her breastbone and then led her hand down her stomach. The center of her stomach dipped in as her fingers moved lower, leaving a trail of heat intheir wake. Graham’s hot breath caressed her neck, but not even his lips touched her body. “You might need to speed things up more than just a little.”
Husky laughter tickled her ear and her breath came out in short gasps. He dipped her fingertips past her skirt and into the soft material of her panties, pressing lower until her fingers invaded her own warmth. All thoughts fled her mind and nature took over, pushing her to take what was hers.
His hand released hers and he stroked her skin. Up her back, down her arms, over her breasts…as if he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to touch her. It only heightened the sensation building insider her. The arch of her back bowed and a firm reminder of Graham’s increasing desire snuck into her empty mind. She turned toward him and took his mouth in hers. He met her hungry kisses head on, and his tongue pushed deep into her mouth.
She pulled the hand above her head free, wiggled out of her skirt and panties, and wasted no time in yanking his clothes off, springing him loose. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, and his muscles tightened against her. He reached out and stopped her, gazing deep into her eyes.
Doubt nagged at her. “What’s wrong?”
The light from above shone down, illuminating his face. Creases at the corner of his eyes showed his concern, and he reached out and cupped her chin, lifting it toward him. “I don’t want to take this too far if you’re not ready. I wanted to distract you, not trick you into sleeping with me.”
Her heart swelled to the point of bursting as she stared back at him. He was a good man, a man who cared about her. A man she wanted more than anything right now, and dammit she would have him. She shifted onto all fours, her legs straddling him, her hands brushing against his elbows. Her eyes neverwavered from his when she said, “Trust me, I’m more than ready for this. Now tell me where you keep your condoms.”
Lust sparked in his eyes, darkening them to slate. He nodded toward his pants on the floor. “In my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans.”
She stretched to the side and grabbed a condom. Sitting back on her heels, she unwrapped the package and delicately slid it on. Graham groaned and his head dropped back on the bed. Mickey crawled back on all fours, leaned forward, and sucked his bottom lip. His mouth lurched up and he bit down with his top teeth.
Giggling, she pulled back. She traced her fingertips along his chest before she positioned herself above him, just to lower herself onto him. He filled her, stretching her until she’d taken in every inch. She rolled her hips and his fingers dug into the side of her thighs.
“My God, Mickey.”
He closed his eyes as she rocked back and forth, up and down, riding the waves of pleasure whichever way they took her. Pressure built at her core and heat consumed her. She flipped back her head, letting her hair fall down her back. Graham’s fingers dug deeper into her hips as she pushed him further and further until the heat caught on fire and she yelled his name during her release.
A primitive grunt roared from Graham and he pulled her mouth to his. Her hips rocked forward and his hands moved around to her ass. He ground her into him again and again until his body went lax from his own climax and he fought to catch his breath. She fell onto him, her chest raising and falling with each desperate attempt to take in air.
Graham’s fingers snaked into her tangled tresses. She rolled to his side and propped her head on her fist. Her lips curved into a small smile. “Well, that was a hell of a distraction.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good. Did I hurt you?”
“Trust me, you did everything exactly right.” Snuggling in closer, she closed her eyes. No nightmares invaded her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep. Instead, images of Graham and his smiling eyes stayed in her mind and in her heart.
22
Anxiety dipped low in his stomach like a sinking ship as he studied Mickey’s face. Her freshly washed hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and the pale green tank top showed off her battle scars. He didn’t want her to fly home by herself, but he didn’t have much of a choice.
She’d been through hell last night, but she wasn’t going to crumble to pieces and demand his protection. Instead, she insisted he give his full attention to talking to Pete and finding Becca.
His rental car idled on the curb near the arrivals at the Cancun International Airport. Cars crawled by his window, searching for their own spots to drop off friends and loved ones. The hard leather of the steering wheel bit into his hands. Every ounce of his being screamed at him to pull her close to him and refuse to let go until she agreed to stay. Instead, he kept his hands at ten and two and focused on the way the leather chafed against his skin.
“Any idea what time you’ll take off?” A car honked behind him, and he peered out the window, waving the impatient bastard along.
“No. My boss understood why I needed to take a few days off, but she couldn’t get me on a direct flight home. A few flights go to Chicago today, so hopefully I can weasel my way onto one of them.”
“And if you can’t?”
Mickey shrugged. “Then I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“You should be here with me anyway. Wait a little while and I’ll book us a flight home together. You might not even be able to get home on standby.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure I’ll be on a flight in no time.” She reached out and squeezed his forearm. Her touch warmed his skin despite the frigid air blasting from the vents and his muscles relaxed. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.”
