So strong.
Michael.
Holding me like something fragile but treasured.
Looking into my eyes like I’m the only person in the whole world.
I hear his name again and again until I realize it’s me saying it. Almost chanting his name as he keeps a hold of me, not even trying to let go once I regain my balance.
Chapter Four
Michael
When you’re suddenly confronted with perfection, even in a deluxe first class railway car, it’s hard to take a step back and take it all in.
Especially when you’re as big as I am, but destiny isn’t just smiling down on us both today, it’s literally throwing us together.
Her friend’s brought her here, for me it seems.
All for me.
Mine.
The train lurches suddenly and I reach out for her, every cell in my body seizing the chance to get closer to her.
Her friend groans as she bangs her head against the doorway of the suite. But I’ve got what I came for and I’m not letting go, not for anything or anyone else.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, my body transferring the same message times a thousand… a million as I feel every particle of my being light up from her touch.
Her hard nipples press into me drawing a growl from me, already alert for anything or anyone who would try to get between us.
My reflex is to hold her close to me, to stroke her thick dark hair back from her face. To press my growing interest a little deeper into her soft body.
She’s just the right height for me to grab a hold of, and once I feel the effect of her I instantly want more.
I want to hold her, but I want to study her too.
I want to talk to her, but I want to just kiss her at the same time.
Like the two of us connecting is the most natural thing in the world.
Like we’ve known each other forever and we’ve just been reunited somehow, even though we’ve only just met.
That is to say, I haven’t even really met her.
Not officially.
She knows my name so far.
I introduced myself to her friend just now but shifted my gaze to her instantly.
Mine.
Being so shy she only looked at her feet, then seemed to zone out a little before the train sent her right where she belongs.
Into my arms.
It’s unavoidable, but at the same time, I actually feel some relief when I feel my cock jerk to attention, straining harder by the second against my pants.
It’s not something I have control over, and if it wasn’t for her friend here, I honestly don’t know what I’d be capable of right now.
A part of me wants to grab her hands and make them grip me. Use them to unzip me so I can watch her face as she pumps my thick rod.
So she can feel how hard she’s making me.
A complete stranger?
Uh. I don’t fucking think so.
Strangers don’t fall into each other’s arms and find the one.
This is more than just good luck or chance.
This is fucking destiny.
Mine and hers.
Hearing her murmur my name, as though she’s in a trance, I use my thumb to lift her chin so I can see her better.
“I’m Michael,” I remind her, smiling. “Are you okay though?” I ask, still yearning for just one more thing.
To hear her name.
To hear her say the word that gives all meaning.
I need to know because it’s gonna echo in my mind, heart, body, and soul forever.
“Natasha,” she blushes, biting her lower lip as she lifts herself from her reverie with a shiver.
I feel goosebumps on her arms as I ease her a few inches away from me, but not so far that I don’t have a grip on her.
In silence I move swiftly, sitting us both down on the wide seat that also folds out to become a bed.
The thought flashes in my mind like brilliant light hitting steel.
Flipping the bed, and then flipping her.
The idea pleases me, and it’s only interrupted by her friend clearing her throat loudly.
“I’m fine, by the way,” she adds, rubbing at a red spot on her forehead where she banged it.
But neither I nor Natasha seems to mind one way or the other.
“Uh… so you two already know each other then?” her friend asks.
“No,” Natasha almost whispers. But she doesn’t take her eyes off mine, and I’m not sure I could even if I wanted to.
Yes, I tell her with my mind. The hand I kept on her arm squeezes her gently, telling her all it can but the real message I have for her is throbbing in my pants.
Yes, I know you. I’ve waited for you my whole life. I’ve felt the space in my life you should’ve filled a thousand times…
“Well. Umm. Natasha here has a question for you, Michael…” her friend announces, and I lift my brow but keep my eyes firmly on my prize.