“I want to matter.” Yeah, not what a guy wants to hear when he’s buried balls deep and asks you what you want. And the way Michael’s gaze breaks at my words has my heart leaping headfirst into a situation that isn’t supposed to involve it in any way. “Jeez, way to ruin the moment, Lauren.”
That’s it, get the teasing going. That always works.
Only it doesn’t this time. Michael smiles at my self-reprimanding statement, but instead of laughing at me like he ought to, his large palm covers my cheek, and that tawny gaze turns serious.
“You matter more than you should after such a short time, Lauren.” His lips drop to mine for a soft kiss. “You matter in ways that I’ll never understand, ways that I can’t afford for you to. Because I can’t live with breaking your heart.” His next kiss is deeper, full of promise. “But for tonight, just this once, I’m going to show you.” There’s a pause as Michael waits for my response.
And I get it. After what he went through, his heart is too guarded, and I can’t invest mine in another relationship destined to fail. I know I should tell him all I want is a good time. But the idea of getting the smallest glimpse of what could have been if we were different people, with different stories and better timing, is too irresistible.
“And after tonight?” I ask because we both know that once we start, we won’t be able to stop.
“After tonight, you’re going to hand in a list of every fantasy you’ve ever had, and I’m going to fuck you every way you’ve ever dreamed of, and maybe some you haven’t thought of as well.” He pulls back, the friction causing my insides to clench over him with a deep moan, which turns into a wail when he buries back deep. “Take what you want from me, Lore. I’m here for your pleasure.”
He pulls out halfway and pushes forward, my back arching and my pebbled nipples scraping at his chest, sending jolts straight to my core. I want to lift my head, taste his skin with my tongue, mark him with my teeth, but I hold myself back.Men don’t like that, I remind myself.Just lie there quietly and don’t distract him.I’ve heard it enough times for it to stick.
Weaving his thick fingers into my hair, Michael pulls my head back with a growl, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it before returning my eyes to his.
His gaze is intense, demanding. “Do you want me to fuck you like I mean it?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Then start fucking me back like you mean it.” I was already on the brink of my breaking point, so when he pushes my knee to my chest and buries even deeper inside me, hitting spot after spot in places I never knew existed, I give in to the primal needs I’ve been trying to hold back. Leaning up on my elbows, I take his nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, tasting the raw masculinity of his body before moving higher on his chest, sinking my teeth into his skin.
Michael lets out a low, feral growl that speaks to every cell in my body. One leg gets pushed over his shoulder, and he starts giving me his everything, my tits bouncing as he pounds me without mercy, letting me feel every inch of his thickened length, and I’m loving it, thrashing and screaming Michael’s name like he’s a God-given gift sent to fuck me senseless.
Yeah, that sounds about ri… Oh, fuck.
I’m thrown over the edge without warning. Michael’s eyes grow wide in what seems like surprise. He throws my leg off his shoulder and lays over me, putting a little bit of weight on me, so when I angle my hips, every sensitive pleasure point in and out is rubbing against the hardness of his body.
What little control I had left snaps under the tidal wave of pleasure. With a loud wail, I climax again, biting Michael’s shoulder so hard I’m pretty sure I left a mark, and it’s enough to send Michael roaring.
He collapses on top of me and chuckles against my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “You’re one of those women who can orgasm from only penetration,” he pants.
“News to me too.” My breathing is just as ragged as Michael’s. “So, this is what it feels like to be shaken, rattled, and banged, huh?”
“No, Lore.” He rolls to the side, pulling me with him and grazing his teeth over my neck. I let out an approving sound, tilting my head to give him more access. “That’s what it feels like to be shaken. We haven’t gotten to the rattling part yet, and trust me—you’ll know when you’ve been banged.”
My core clenches at his words, and my body presses against him at its own accord. “When will you be ready for round two?”
Michael smiles and pulls me against his lips, our breath mingling as he speaks. “I’m going to clean up, and when I’m back, well, how fast we get to round two is up to you, Rockstar.”
“That so, Cupcake?” The tip of my tongue traces my lips. Just the thought of my mouth filled by his thickness has me wet like I’ve never been before.
His lips curl into a smile when he sees the direction my gaze wanders. “Use me, Lore. However you want.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
Chapter Eleven
Michael
A startled gaspjolts me out of my deep sleep, and the tensing of Lauren’s body under my slung arm has me cranking my eyes open. Then, she relaxes, slowly turning to me.
“Did I seriously do such a poor job that you’ve already forgotten about last night?”
Her fingers touch my face, and her smile is soft. “I was sure it was a dream.” Her palm rests more firmly on my cheek, her hazel eyes wide as they look at me full of wonder that seems on the verge of confusion. “But I can still feel you all over me, inside of me.”
“Jesus, Lore.” I pull her to me, wanting to hold her as close as I can, and never let her go. “You’re killing me here.”