“You survived,” I say, nodding toward his apartment. “And didn’t let her turn your heart into a nasty little lump of coal.” I reach down, taking his hand in mine. “Now let’s get out of here.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” he says, squeezing my fingers as we turn toward my truck.
Five minutes later we’re parked in front of my apartment.
Three minutes after that, we’re through the front door, shedding clothes as we kiss our way back to my bedroom, pausing just long enough to gather Captain Snugglepants from where he’s napping at the foot of the bed, set the cat out in the hall, and close the door behind him before we come together again.
We fall onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, mouths meeting with a hunger that leaves no doubt in my mind that Mick is every bit as desperate for this as I am.
My bra vanishes and Mick’s undershirt follows, and then his mouth is on my bare skin, his tongue teasing my nipples until I writhe beneath him and every cell in my body is electrified with hunger.
I reach down, cupping his jaw in my hands. “No more. I can’t take it. You’re making me crazy.” I pull him up for another kiss, my tongue swirling against his with a frenzied desire that’s unlike anything I’ve felt before—even with him.
But it feels right. To let go. To trust this.
To trust us.
“I want you so much,” I whisper between kisses.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His teeth rake gently over the delicate skin at my neck as his fingers find the top button on my jeans.
He thumbs it open and my pulse accelerates with a whoosh that makes stars flicker at the edges of my vision, leaving me speechless, breathless as Mick tugs my jeans down my legs. Then his lips are on my stomach, feathering kisses between my hips before he catches the top of my white lace panties in his teeth.
I lift my hips, moaning in approval as I realize he’s playing out part of my fantasy. His breath is hot against my skin as he tugs the fabric down, baring me inch by inch, until my panties slip off one ankle and there’s no longer any barrier in place between Mick and where I’m so wet for him.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers behind my thighs, spreading me wide. I clutch handfuls of the bedspread, fighting the urge to press my knees together again. He’s done this before—and I’ve had an out-of-body, blissed out experience every time—but the lights were always off.
Now, the lamps are on and I can study him as he studies me, his eyes devouring every inch of skin between my legs. It makes me feel a little shy and I wonder if he really means it—that he thinks I’m beautiful there.
The shyness lasts until he presses a kiss to my clit and then his tongue is flicking, circling, rubbing with the perfect insistent pressure, and I can’t feel anything but electric. Alive.
Shockwaves of desire course through my entire body, and I gasp and arch closer to his mouth, his teeth, his tongue that flicks back and forth until I’m dizzy with need and so close to coming I can feel it building inside of me like a giant wave. It’s so big, so intense, it might crush me on the way in, but I can already tell it’s going to blow my mind with pleasure first.
“Yes, God, Faith, come for me. I want to feel you, taste you.” Mick gathers my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs as his tongue works faster between my legs.
And I’m going…
Going…
I cry out as my body clutches tight and pleasure scalds through my veins, drowning out everything but bliss and…hunger.
I still want him. Still want more.
I’ve never been so wet, so ready, so desperate to feel him inside me. I want it so much that not even a blinding orgasm can completely take the edge off.
I need Mick as close as he can get. I need to show him with my body how much I love him. And want him. And want to keep loving and wanting him for a long, long time.
“Now, please,” I say, tugging at his arms, hands shaking as I help him dispose of his jeans and boxers and free the beautiful, long length of him.
He is beautiful. I love feeling him hot in the palm of my hand, love how thick and hard I make him, love the way he moans when I kiss him there.
But I know I’m going to love feeling him inside me even more.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers. His fingers thread into my hair as he cups my face, holding my gaze as the blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance and he begins to push inside.