Glory arched hard against him.
Testing her, just a little, he asked, “You like that?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice a low vibration.
So that question was fine. He smiled as he circled her nipple with his tongue, then lightly caught it in his teeth.
Her breath shuddering out, she tangled her hands in his hair and held him closer until he drew her in. When she arched hard against him, he trailed a hand down her waist, near to her left hip—until she stiffened—then he bypassed that tempting area to press his fingers between her legs. He found her hot and wet, ready, and given how she moved, anxious.
At that point, he forgot his curiosity and wanted only her pleasure.
Moving to her other nipple, he licked twice, then sucked at her while he slowly pressed a finger deep. Her hands were all over him, her breathing choppy.
Adding a second finger, he found a rhythm she liked and soon she was on the ragged edge, saying his name, gasping. He’d erred once, taking her without a rubber, but going forward he wouldn’t put her at risk. For him, it was now or never because her pleasure heightened his own.
“Let me grab a rubber.”
“Hurry.”
Sitting up, he felt for the nightstand—damn, he hated this clumsiness in the dark—and finally felt the small packet. Glory hadn’t moved, so once he finished, he settled over her, between her legs.
He couldn’t resist saying, “I wish I could see you.” His mouth on hers stopped any protest she might have made. “I love looking at you, Glory.” Without thinking about it, he kissed her neck... on her left side.
Wiggling, she got his mouth back to hers and said with urgent worry, “Now.”
Brushing his lips over hers in soft agreement, he aligned them, opened her, and entered in one long slow thrust. Glory gripped him, her legs around his hips, arms around his neck... She even squeezed his cock.
He’d meant to make it last this time, use a little finesse, drag out her enjoyment, offer a counter-perspective to their frenzied rush against the wall.
Wasn’t happening. In a nanosecond, he forgot his plans and only responded to her cues. Bodies entwined, he rocked with her, heat and pleasure coiling tighter. The second she tipped her head back on a long low groan, he let himself go, too. God, it was sweet. And hot.
And special—because this was Glory.
One day, he promised himself, he’d know all her secrets. For now, this was enough.
Sitting at the small bar located within three miles of the hall where he’d hoped to reengage Glory, Mike stewed. He’d changed his appearance as much as possible. His brown hair was now black, with added mousse to make it messier. His clear contacts had been changed out so that now his eyes looked chocolate brown. Much as he detested being unkempt, he allowed itchy beard scruff to cover his face. Instead of his usual tidy polo shirts, he wore plain dark T-shirts and jeans with sneakers.
Even his own mother, if she were miraculously brought back from the dead, wouldn’t recognize him now. Not that the bitch had ever paid much attention to him, anyway.
That was a lowering thought, and he quickly scrubbed it from his mind.
Instead, his thoughts veered to Jenn... and he didn’t like that, either. His mother no longer mattered. Neither did Jenn.
All that mattered was his Glory. She was his soulmate. He knew it, and soon she would know it, too.
If he were the type to get drunk, he might actually enjoy slumming at the not-so-quaint establishment. Instead, he sipped his second Manhattan and calculated his next move.
He’d have preferred a brandy but, of course, the little hick-town bar didn’t carry it. Not a surprise, really. Everyone else in the place appeared to be swilling longneck beers.
It had been a miserable week since he’d attempted to take Glory’s car and he’d yet to locate her again. She’d even blocked his number so he couldn’t call or text.
The games were getting ridiculous, but he wouldn’t give up. A man did not give up his heart.
“Oh, now look at that long face. Drinking alone is never fun, is it?”
He didn’t want to have fun, but at the throaty purr, Mike looked up to see a tall, slim woman, beautiful really, smiling down at him. Long straight light brown hair hung over her shoulders. Not styled the way Glory preferred, but he supposed there was a certain appeal to the unkempt look. Her dark eyes took his measure.
Fine. He checked her out, too.
