Suddenly, happiness seemed possible.
When I pulled back to take a breath, his eyes were closed. Slowly, he opened them. “Do you know what I want right now?”
“Yeah.” I stared at his swollen lips. “You wanna kiss me again.”
He grinned. “Yes…but then I wanna hold you and never let go.”
I wet my lips. “Do you know what I want right now?” I whispered, willing him to understand.
Puzzled for a second, he gazed at me. Then he swallowed. “Really?”
I nodded.
He blew out a long breath, his eyes narrowing with a wicked gleam. “Right now?”
I chewed my bottom lip on a shy smile. “Yes.”
Getting to his feet, he squared his shoulders, and then he scooped me off the ground.
I stifled a yelp as he started back to the house. “Mike, put me down.”
“Not a chance.”
My hands clasped behind his neck. “C’mon. It’s a long way inside. I’m too heavy.”
“Heavy…? Shut up.”
My giggles broke the night quietness. I watched him as we took the elevator to the top story where his room was. He was watching me, too, with a look in his eyes that said a million things at once, and they were all beautiful. I wondered if he felt the same way as I did lying like this in his arms. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable as I imagined it would be; it was rather familiar in a very good way.
His hand turned the knob, and he pushed the door open with his back. He flipped on the lights and sat me down on the beige and burgundy striped duvet that covered the king-size canopy bed. As he turned to shut the door, I ogled his ass, chewing a fingernail, cursing in my head. My heart throbbed with each of his footsteps echoing back toward me on the mahogany wooden floor.
I stood and met him half-way, steadying my breath, butterflies in my stomach. He must have been nervous, too; there was no one in the house, yet he had to shut the door, and now he was rubbing his forehead, unable to even hold my gaze.
“It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this,” he said.
I relished the details of his mouth. My tongue, reflexively, licked across my lips. “Get used to what?”
“Looking at you for more than seven seconds.”
I dragged my gaze to his eyes, and they were smoldering. “Why seven?”
“’Cause I’ll start looking at your lips, at that tiny dimple that kept me awake at night, then your body, and then this will happen.” His hand fell to my lower back, softly pulling, ushering me toward him.
A gasp flew out of my chest as the firmness down the front of his pants pressed against me in the right spot. Unlike Kyle’s, Mike’s height was perfect for my stature.
With his hand planted on the back of my neck, he pulled me hard into his kiss. I sank into his arms, my knees buckling, my body supported by his grip. I’d just kissed him a few minutes ago, but this was a different experience.
There should be laws against men who could kiss like that.
My lips parted for breath, and he listened, his lips coming immediately after. The second kiss hungrier and more urgent. His hand on my neck yielded, less of a grip and more of a caress, his other hand pinning me to his body.
I grew greedy, my tongue meeting his, and he let me lead. This was so easy, so right. Why the hell had everyone and everything else in our lives told us otherwise? My mouth never craved a man’s lips more, and I knew that every inch of my body felt the same.
My hands slid underneath his shirt… Oh God. His skin was hard and burning, sending jolts of heat and desire down my core. He worked the shirt off him fast, giving me the perfect view. His chest. His abs. The sexy, V-shaped lines where his lower abs met his hips. My nipples grew hard as I gawked at the naked perfection before me. “Fuck. They didn’t draw these on you in the movies. You’re real-life hot.”
Without letting go, he moved forward, pushing me gently toward the edge of the bed. “You’re hotter.”
He kneeled, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he unzipped my first ankle boot and took it off, his stare promising pleasure. He bent and held my toe between his teeth. When he sucked deep and then slowly pulled away, my toe felt a thousand things my pussy desired. He worked off the second boot, and did the same with my other foot, sending more juices between my thighs.
