Chapter 23
Zaira
As I’m coming down the stairs, I see Michael and Ricco enter the house. Michael spots me immediately, and his smile tells me he’s happy to see me. I rush the rest of the way down and run into his arms. “You were out?”
“Yeah, had some business in town. How was your day?” he asks as he kisses my forehead.
“Productive,” I reply. “Vince had the boys move all my stuff in. I’m all unpacked and now have taken over your bedroom.” I giggle.
“Oh, baby, that is music to my ears.”
“I hope I didn’t overstep,” I say, worriedly.
“Listen up, darling, this is your house now. I’ll be fine with anything you do. Well, except please don’t paint my bedroom pink.”
“Oh but, Michael, I already did, and it’s now drying,” I tease, and he laughs. He’s known me long enough to know I’m not a pink kind of girl.
“Come on,” he says. “We’ve got some time before dinner. Why don’t you show me my new pink bedroom.”
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs. I can’t help laughing as I call behind us, “Bye, Ricco.”
“Take care of those things we talked about, Ricco,” Michael says.
Ricco laughs. “Got it.”
When we get to Michael’s bedroom, he opens the door with me still in his arms. He takes me inside and flops me on the bed. Standing at the side of the bed, he says, “Hmmmm pink walls, huh?”
I quickly defend myself. “But I didn’t. I was teasing.”
He laughs. “You know, if it was what you really wanted, I’d live with it.”
I smile, rising to my knees and inching my way toward the edge of the bed where he’s standing. “I love you, Michael,” I say, looking directly into his eyes.
“You do?” he asks.
“Do you even have to ask?”
He thinks for a minute and says, “I think you need to show me.” He slowly undoes his belt, and the anticipation is killing me. I feel giddy.
He is now standing next to the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Oh my God! He’s magnificent! There’s no other word to describe him. I think back to the skinny boy I grew up with. He was tall and lanky, but now, the man who stands before me is muscular with chiseled abs and the most incredible and defined V. He’s got a line of dark hair that travels from his belly button to past the hem of his briefs, and I can see through his boxers he’s already erect. He’s freaking delicious, and I can’t stop staring. He looks at me and catches me assessing him. He grins and pulls me into his arms. “Like what you see, babe?”
“Mmm, I do,” I reply. His body feels so good against mine, and I can’t believe I went without him for so long. He bends to nuzzle my neck and whispers in my ear, “Fuck, you smell so good.” He takes a deep breath against my ear and goose bumps appear all over my body. I feel moisture pooling between my legs. Oh dear God, I want him. I want him right now!
He directs me to turn around. Still on my knees on the bed, I’m now facing away from him. Michael wraps his arms around me and presses his body flush up against me, with my back to his front. He holds me firm with his left hand, splayed across my belly, pulling me even closer against him while his right hand pulls my hair away from my ear. He presses his lips to my ear and says with a ragged breath, “So tell me, beautiful, are you really here for good?”
My legs quiver at his words, and breathlessly, I answer, “Yes.”
His left hand moves up my stomach, pulling my shirt up with it. With the edge of his thumb, he gently strokes the underside of my breast. I tremble. His touch feels so good. He undoes my bra with his right hand and slides his left higher up my body, tracing over my ribs until he has the full weight of my breast in his palm. He feathers kisses down my neck. He takes his right hand and slides it down my front toward the waistband of my jeans. He hesitates for a moment, as if he is asking me for permission. Then he whispers, “I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind. Remember what I said last night. There is no turning back.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “I won’t change my mind, Michael, because I always have been yours, and I always will be.” I need him, and by the bulge pressing into my backside, I know he needs me too.
I’m so desperate for him and want nothing more than for him to kiss me. I need to feel his lips fuse with my own. I lean back, hoping he gets the hint, and to my surprise he does. With no more hesitation, no more questions, he claims my lips with a need like I have never known.
Before the next thought pops into my mind, Michael turns me around and has me flat on my back. He’s crawling up my body as if he’s a predator stalking his prey.I am his prey.His hardness presses against my body, and the pleasure he ignites makes me want him more. He continues to torment me with his lips and his hands. Breathlessly, I whisper, “Michael, I want you.” When he continues with his torture, I beg. “Please.”
With my final plea, he pulls away from me. “How bad do you want me, Zaira?” He’s teasing me now so that I will continue to beg him for it. Okay fine, I’m not above begging.
Anxious with anticipation, I reply. “I want you badly, Michael. If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I will lose my mind. I need you desperately.”
