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He didn’t react for what had to be a solid two seconds, and I was sure that I had just inadvertently ruined everything. To be fair, I was sending quite the mixed message with my unprompted action. But then he was winding his strong, thick arms around me and pushing our hips flush.
I gasped, my core already beginning to react at the promise of him. I wanted him, so sharply, so acutely that it hurt. The warmth of him against me was sending all sorts of pleasant impulses through my brain and I knew that without a doubt, there was no coming back from the edge I had just thrown myself off of.
But hey, I was a stunt worker. Throwing myself off high ledges was in the job description.
Mickey proceeded to practically devour my face, drawing me back into the moment, out of my head that I liked to spend so much time in. He dominated the kiss, demanding, taking, but I loved everything that he was doing, and I wanted -no, needed- him to know that I was every bit as into it as he was.
I was getting swept away in the heady rush of it all, but I didn’t even try to contain myself. I was so tired of holding back. Of always driving myself further and farther and never letting myself just enjoy. I was like lake that had been flooded far past capacity and had finally broken through the damn containing it. I was a force of nature, rushing, churning, broiling, and I wasn’t going to stop. I would cover the landscape, an unstoppable deluge, and take over everything that dared to stand in my path to pleasure.
Mickey’s calloused hands were on the move again, and his fingers hooking into the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to rip it from my body with a level of force that made me absolutely dripping wet.
“I want you,” he practically growled, leaning forward to catch my lips in his once again. I returned it, heart practically beating out of my chest, every bit of my body screaming for more!
“You have me.” I breathed once he sat up, back going straight. I wasn’t sure what he was doing as he just sat there, his hands gripping my wrists and holding them to my sides. His eyes roved over me, lingering here, sliding along there. It was like he was committing me to the deepest parts of his memory and the thought made me blush.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he muttered before bending down again.
The sheer earnestness of his words made me utterly ache. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a lover who looked at me like he did. Who gazed down at me like I was some sort of celestial being that he couldn’t believe was in front of him.
But if it was possible for someone to look at me so reverently, why had I ever settled for less? While I’d only ever had a handful of lovers since college, none of them made me feel how Mickey made me feel, all caught up and drowning in the pleasure of my own body.
I was yanked out of my thoughts as Mickey’s lips found the side of my jaw, his teeth grazing against the skin there. He worked at my skin, pulling me deeper into the undertow of my euphoria as he kissed his way down the side of my neck. The pressure of his teeth increased as he reached my collarbone, perfect little bit of pain to counteract the pleasure. I loved it, I wanted to sink into it and never come up, but practicality washed over my head like a bucket of cold water.
“Don’t mark me,” I rasped, although I wanted nothing more than to feel him mark me up like I was his. To have his passion and desire for me have physical proof. Everything was so much more intense than I remembered it being our first time, all the sensations building up on each other in an intoxicating rush.
He pulled away, staring down at me with that intense gaze that made me feel like I might melt then and there. “Why?”
“It’s not a good look on a female stunt worker. People might get ideas.”
“Ah, I guess I’ll just have to be careful then.” He sent me that devilish, smarmy smirk, and then he was kissing me again.
I wound my arms around his shoulder, wanting to fuse us together like we were one. Despite our size differences, he felt like he was made to fit against, me, and my thighs squeezed around him as if I could bind him to me.
But certainly, he was too overdressed for the occasion. After I got my temporary fix of his ravishing kisses, I pushed him up far enough so I could grip his much athletic tank and yank it up over his head and shoulders.
