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I suck and swallow until there’s nothing left as he shudders and groans beneath me. I’m not quite finished with him, I lap him up, making sure he’s clean. Eventually, I reluctantly let him drop free of my mouth, smiling a secretive smile when he grows before my eyes.
Quickly moving to sit astride him, I caress over his chest and play with the tight buds of his nipples while his hands slide up my thighs to rest on my hips.
He throbs between my thighs and the more I wiggle the harder he becomes. Throwing his head back, Michael arches his hips into me and my vision blurs seconds before I’m flipped over to my back with him looming over me. “I’d like nothing mo
re than to make love to you.” He dips his head and captures my lips. “But that isn’t going to happen until I know we won’t be interrupted, and that I have you all to myself the following day.”
My hands slip around to the nape of his neck and with a slight tug, he’s covering me. “Thank you,” I whisper before brushing my lips over his. “I like being with you, and I don’t just mean in bed naked.” I smile at the humor I see in his gaze. “You’re a good man.”
His grin splits his face and with one last kiss, he hauls me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom where he deposits me on the vanity unit. “We’ll have a quick shower together and conserve water.”
I roll my eyes and giggle. “If you want me wet and slippery in there with you, all you have to do is ask.”
His eyes darken as he stalks me like a tiger stalking his prey. “You,” he cages me in with his large body, his hands on either side of my hips, “are asking for trouble.”
“Mmm,” I let my hands wander up his torso, “I like the kind of trouble you mean.”
He blinks and shakes his head. “In the shower, woman.”
“My bottom is stuck to the vanity.” I wince.
His eyes light with mirth. “Is that so.” He grabs my hips and I waste no time wrapping my legs around his waist. He shudders and gives me the behave look before he lifts me from the vanity.
“Ouch! Let’s not do that again,” I suggest, reaching to rub my bottom. “Unless we put a towel under me first.”
“I knew you’d be trouble,” he mutters, striding into the shower and then we’re under the hot stream of water.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly before I reluctantly release him, sliding down his amazing body.
He smirks when I finally meet his gaze, but, before I can think of anything to say, he spins me around and has my hands resting against the wall. Seconds later, his hands massage shower gel onto my body and the feel of his skin touching mine causes goose bumps to cover me.
He hisses when his hands glide over my breasts and the hard nipples he’s responsible for. I smile to myself when I feel his hands tremble as they slip between my spread legs. He’s quick at cleaning me, and when I think he’s done, I turn around and gasp at the impressive erection he’s sporting.
“I knew this was a bad idea.”
“I’m going to go and dry my hair while you, um, get rid of that.” I grin. “Unless, you’d like me to stay and get rid of it for you.” I step closer and he takes a step back.
“If you touch me, we’re going to be late at the airport.”
“Airport?” I raise brow in question.
“I didn’t ask you, did I?” He quickly lathers a sponge and starts cleaning his chest.
My eyes follow the movement and I watch as he makes sure he doesn’t miss anything around his groin area.
“My eyes are up here.” He smirks.
“It’s difficult to look at your handsome face,” I smile, “when you have very impressive equipment down there.” I point and notice he’s blushing when he switches the shower off and wraps a towel around his waist.
“None of that.” He taps me on the bottom. “But,” he gives me a lingering kiss, “lots more of that as soon as I can arrange it.” He kisses me quickly and taking my hand, leads me into the bedroom.
“I don’t have any clean clothes.” I bite my lip, not wanting to wear last nights clothing.
“I have a shirt you can borrow and some undershorts, but they’ll get you to you’re room.” He tosses me the clothes. “You’ll have to change quickly.”
“I can do quickly.”
Ten minutes later, we’re in my father’s car as Michael maneuvers it toward the airport. He’s braver than me driving in this country because it scares the crap out of me. I trust him, plus my father’s car is an SUV so hopefully more protection against some of the idiots on the road. It’s never busy unless a plane is due in but since Michael’s sister and her family are flying in a private jet, I’m hoping it won’t be too bad.
