Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest 1)

Realization dawned, and he narrowed his already dark gaze. “Okay, that’s it.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the couch, settling her on his lap. “The word obviously slipped out of my mouth. Again. I need to know why you react the way you do.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” He lifted her hand and pressed a hot kiss against the rapidly beating pulse point in her wrist. “Now tell me so I can understand and we can get past it,” he said, his tone implacable.

He wouldn’t give her an out, and she blew out a frustrated breath. “Look, I know I’m being ridiculous.” Because Mike used the word as an endearment.

And other people used it too, as a joke or a friendly comment, and Cara snapped at them every time. Sam and Dare thought she was a feminist, and she didn’t bother correcting them. Nobody had ever pushed her about it before.

“I didn’t say you were ridiculous. I just want to know why it bothers you.” He kept his hand intertwined with hers.

“Fine,” she snapped, feeling cornered. “It’s what my father says to my mother. Baby, bring me a drink. Baby, get me the newspaper. Baby, stop being such a goddamned drama queen. Baby, shut the fuck up and cook dinner.” And Baby, you need to listen when I tell you to do something before he let loose with his fists.

Beneath her, Mike stiffened at her words, then finally forced himself to relax. “Thank you for telling me,” he said at last.

She heard the heartfelt sentiment behind the words. “Guess I’m more screwed up than you thought, huh?” She managed a laugh she didn’t really feel.

“No more than me, baby.” Before she could react to the word, he’d lifted her hand and run his tongue over her sensitive skin.

She shivered, feeling the cool trail of moisture all the way to her core, and she unconsciously wriggled deeper into his lap, seeking pressure where she ached the most.

“Notice that?” he asked.

All Cara felt was a pure shot of desire. “Notice what?”

He chuckled. “Desensitization to the word. I’m going to work at it until every time you hear baby, you think of me doing something wicked to your body and the bad memories no longer resurface.”

“You think you can accomplish that?” she asked in a husky voice, unbelievably touched by his response.

He shrugged. “I hope so. I know it’ll be fun to try.”

He blew on the damp skin of her wrist and with an answering sigh, she shifted positions until her thighs bracketed his and her sex came into direct contact with his erection.

“See?”

She laughed.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, the pressure light at first, teasing her with soft kisses and leisurely licks of his tongue. He didn’t let up. She wasn’t sure how long they remained that way, kissing, nibbling each other’s mouths, fondling one another over their clothes. All she knew was that this kind of foreplay wasn’t something the guys she’d been with usually indulged in, not when sex was the end goal. But Mike didn’t seem in any hurry to get to the finish line, since he was clearly enjoying this and so was she.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing and plucking at her nipples through the bra and the silk, until they were hard peaks. Only then did he lean down and suck one rigid tip into his mouth. A wave of sensation struck and she felt the pull as if he were suckling on her bare skin. She arched her back and he bit lightly. More excitement whizzed through her, moisture seeped into her panties, and actual tremors shook her body.

He slid a hand beneath her shirt and into her bra, tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. All the while, he continued to torture the first breast with long delicious pulls and mini love bites, reading her body and what she needed with perfection. Soon she was writhing against his erection and feeling an ever-increasing arousa

l beating at her harder and faster.

Mike lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Let go, baby,” he urged before returning to his task. He pinched with his hand, bit with his teeth, and white-hot bursts of light shimmered around her as her orgasm exploded. She was lost, rocking against him, when suddenly he grabbed her hips and held her tight, keeping his hard, hot length against her as she came and came.

Afterward, Cara discovered she hadn’t been the only one to climax, and Mike mumbled something about feeling like he was seventeen again. Laughing, they’d moved from the couch to the shower where she’d washed him thoroughly, learning his body in a way she’d never done with another man. He’d reciprocated the favor and they fell into her bed, damp and clean, but she was nowhere near exhausted.

“Mike?” she asked at the same time he pulled her against his gloriously naked body.

“Yeah?”

“You tired?”

In response, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms over her head against the mattress. “Are you?” he asked, staring into her eyes.

She shook her head, and a sexy grin edged his lips.