“At least you cooked a big dinner tonight,” Michael replied. He closed some of the distance between them and ran his fingers down Abby’s cheek. “Although I could have gone hungry, so long as you kept stroking my thigh like that beneath the table.”
“Oh.” Abby blushed. She was so easy to rile up, and Michael found it intoxicating. “I guess I wasn’t even thinking. Lately it’s just been… I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and…”
Michael ended her struggle for words, claiming her lips in a hot, fiery kiss. She tensed in his embrace but quickly loosened, clinging on his shirt. She returned his kiss with the same fiery passionate kiss. She might be shy and reserved on the outside but she would turn to lust incarnated in the flesh once he ignited that fire. He discovered that when he kissed her for the first time.
Who would have thought?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held herself close against his body. The soft swell of her breasts and all of her feminine curves made his tiger impatient. He kissed and kissed until she looked like she was about to faint. She was so fucking beautiful—he couldn’t get over that fact. Ruby lips. Sweet, pink tongue. Delicate, white throat.
Fuck. He could never get enough of her. She was like an addictive drug that flowed in every vein of his body. Without her, he was sure he wouldn’t survive the withdrawal.
He fisted her silky, glossy hair as he deepened his kiss, telling her that she was his to possess. Their kiss was a symphony of lust that cadenced into a fast tempo of thrill.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, too,” Michael whispered against her lips. “I’ve been thinking it’s time to show you how I really feel. I want you, Abby. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met. I could never get you out of my mind.”
A small smile blossomed on her pretty face. “Really?”
“Really.” Michael couldn’t hold back the possessive growl that rumbled deep in his chest and vibrated in his throat. The tiger had been on high alert all night, and his resolve was short.
There was no way that she could dismiss the sound as human.
And yet she didn’t pull away. She stared at him with those doe eyes, full of ardor, rosy cheeks, wet red lips, ready for anything he had in mind. A woman in heat, his to plunder. To claim.
Fuck. She’d never look so tempting. He must have her.
He must have her now.
Chapter Eleven
As though she weighed nothing at all, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the living room. Abby had never been carried before, it felt awkward. She wasn’t exactly a pixie but a full-figured woman, and yet, Michael did it without a blink or grunt. She didn’t think he was that strong.
First the growl, and now his inhuman strength. What are you, Michael? She was surprised by her inner thoughts. She called him what instead of who. She’d always felt that Michael was much more than he appeared. Beneath his warmth, patience, and sweet disposition, he was lethal and dangerous. Yet, despite all of that, she didn’t feel threatened at all. Never afraid. She felt as if she was the one who could tame the beast in him.
Oh, how ridiculous that sounded, she mused.
Michael laid her on the couch and then straddled her hips before he kissed her again. His deft hands worked quickly. One by one he shed her clothing until she was naked. His intense gaze roamed all over. She shivered in anticipation. Usually she felt self-conscious about being nude in front of her boyfriend in a well-lit room, but with Michael . . . That feeling didn’t bother her. Instead, she was empowered. She wanted him to see her as she was. Love her as she was. Her beauty and her flaws. Her voluptuous breasts and full-figured body.
See me as I am . . .
Michael drank it all with his eyes. Greedily. Another growl curled out of his masculine throat and it sent an electric thrill all over her body. Him. The beast. He wanted to devour her in a very bad way.
And she didn’t mind at all.
Oh, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard, you sexy beast.
He touched her. Those rough, calloused hands from hard labor. Yet, she liked it very much. Too much, perhaps. He touched and caressed and groped as if he’d die if he didn’t. Heat sparked on her skin, intensified the longing ache in her sex. She moistened so she pulled her legs together to hide it.
Michael wouldn’t allow it.
He pushed her thighs apart and slid his hand on her sex. He let out a delighted noise when he found her wet. “Nice,” he hissed. With that he pulled his hand and licked his finger, tasting her feminine liquid with starving expression. “Delicious.”
She trembled.
Michael kissed her lips, a sweet-salty kiss, and went lower. He licked, nipped, grazed his teeth on her fevered skin.
My. She gasped. She loved the way he made her feel. Now she was fucking horny. She’d never been so ready to fuck in her life as she was then. When Michael licked her nipple, she’d almost lost it.
Good didn’t even come close.