“Bed,” is his only reply before pulling my lips back to his, his tongue tangling with mine as he blindly walks through the too-large room.
I tighten my legs around him, needing more, rubbing against the hard ridges of his chest as his large palms knead my ass. One hand travels up my side to my breast, loosening his grip enough for me to slide a few inches down to rub my slickness over his cock.
“Lauren…” Whatever he was going to say is cut off by a deep groan when I manage to notch the head at my opening, and our mouths clash again. Michael stumbles back as he pushes me down over him and starts to enter me when the back of his calves meet the edge of the bed. We fall onto the mattress, his hard length burying deep inside me, and we both gasp.
My palms push at his torso, and I start rolling my hips, little spasms clenching my inner walls.
“Lore,” Michael moans my name from the depths of his chest. “You feel so good, don’t stop.”
I increase my pace, bending down to nip at his wet skin and swirl my tongue over his nipples, goosebumps erupting wherever my mouth makes contact. Then he sits with me straddling him, still riding him, and pulls my head back to ravish my neck.
Leaning my palms on his knees, I arch my back to offer him my breasts, which he gladly accepts with an appreciative rumble, sucking and grazing my nipples, sending jolts straight to my core.
Then he claims my mouth again, pulling me close and starting to pound into me from below, the sensation of his bare hardness slicking deep inside my softness heightening the pleasure even further.
“Oh, oh, Mikey,” I wail in ecstasy as the ball of energy centered low in my stomach starts sending vibrations that are causing my insides to throb. My fingers tangle into his coppery locks, and our chests press close. “Come inside me, come inside me while I come.”
His eyes find mine, amber rings around dilated pupils pulling me in deeper than I should allow. His lips slant over mine in an open mouth kiss though he doesn’t make a move to deepen it, and with a flick of his thumb, I explode, head thrown back as guttural moans fill the room. Michael’s roar soon follows as he buries himself as deep as he can, and the pulse of his bare cock makes me gasp.
We had a lot of unprotected sex last night, but it was different. Last night was about playful, horny, somewhat drunk sex.
This is something else entirely—raw, emotional, and desperate.
Michael pulls me close, burying his face in his favorite spot at the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. The trembling exhale that follows is heart-shattering. “I’m going back to Boston today,” he says against my skin, and it takes my fuzzy brain a few seconds to clear up enough to register his words.
“What?” I pull back and search his face.
That broken gaze tells me everything I need to know. Whatever had passed between us in the last few hours had pushed him too far out of his comfort zone, and he’s making a run for it.
“I’m not going to survive you.” He whispers the words he’s said so many times before, only this time I get the feeling he means them quite literally.
Michael averts his gaze, and I gently touch his cheek with my fingers, beckoning him to look at me. “I can’t do this anymore, Lore. I tried to take a step back this morning after how we lost control last night, and then you made me laugh, made me forget so easily. You make meforgetso easily.” His head drops to his chest, and he shakes it. “It’s messing with my head, the way I lose control with you. I can’t do that. I can’t afford to spiral again. Last time I almost ruined everyone I care about.”
“It’s okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to, I swear.” His voice cracks, and his head is back in its spot on my neck, nose rubbing against my skin as if trying to imprint my scent into his nostrils.
“Michael,” I whisper into his hair and cradle his head. “What you’ve given me in the past few weeks is more than anyone has given me my entire life. You can leave knowing you’ve left behind nothing but good memories.”
“I wish I could give you more than just memories.” His voice is so irreparably broken that tears well in my eyes for him, for all the love he gives but is refusing to accept in return. “You deserve more. You deserve everything.” A shudder of a suppressed sob quakes his body. “I wish I could be everything for you, Lauren.”
My arms tighten around his neck, and he wraps his around my waist. I let myself get lost in the feeling of our bodies tangled in an intimate embrace, knowing this is the last time and forcing my heart to stay intact.
Chapter Seventeen
Lauren
“I had a lovely time, Cal.”I turn and smile at the accountant I met last week at Bàcari. He’s a handsome man, tall and fit with dusty brown hair and kind dark brown eyes. And I really did have a nice time, on our first date a couple of days ago and today.
And I need nice. Nice is good.Nice is safe.
“But…?” he prompts, smiling at me warmly, which causes me to blush. Mostly out of awkwardness. “It’s okay, Lauren. I had fun hanging out with you, and I appreciate you saying something sooner rather than later.”
“You really are a good guy, Cal.” I sigh, my fingers brushing through my bangs. “You’ll make some girl very happy.”
“And I hope you find someone to make you happy, Lauren. You deserve it.” He bends down and kisses my cheek before we give each other a little wave and part ways.
Walking into the loft, I look around, and, like every other day in the past six weeks, the silence engulfs and suffocates me, and it’s exhausting. I’ve been sleeping all day, every day for the past few days, and I’m starting to worry I might be depressed.