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“All right, but we need to get a car of our own.” He toed the key under the door, not wanting to bend all the way over with Mickey in his arms.
He pulled her keys out of her back pocket and unlocked the door to her home. Walking inside, he tossed the keys onto the counter. With a grunt, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on her bed.
Mickey shrugged out of her jeans and slid under her sheets. Strap bit his lip but decided it was probably better if he left instead of asking to stay with her. Leaning down to press another soft kiss to her head, he was surprised when she grabbed his arm.
“Stay … please?” Her voice was so soft and innocent. He nearly keeled over.
“All right,” He chuckled and crawled into bed with her, she pulled the blankets over him, too, and he was amazed she was so coordinated with her eyes closed.
He spooned her for a while, then she rolled over in his arms and gently cupped his face. Strap eyed her curiously, unsure of what she was going to do.
She pushed herself closer with her elbow and kissed him. His heartbeat raced, and he kissed her back slowly, lovingly Her hands remained on his face, and her thumbs rubbed against his stubble. He savored every moment.
TEN
MICKEY
Mickey wasn’t sure why she was kissing Strap, but she couldn’t deny that it feltright.When he leaned in close to say goodbye, she had wanted him to stay. To be close to her. So she kissed him. She wasn’t surprised when he had kissed her back, but she was happy he reciprocated her lapse in guarded emotions.
The whole mate thing was confusing. This inexplicable pull to someone else was like there was a string tied between them. She didn’t want to know what Strap meant when he said it would be impossible to get over if one of them died. It soundedintense.
She didn’t want this new arrival of her mate to get in the way of her goal. She was going to return everything her dad had stolen over his lifetime, and nothing was going to stop her. Neither Strap nor this blooming feeling deep in her chest every time they shared a moment.
She would make her own future, regardless of obstacles. And some shifter idea of marriage definitely didn’t figure in. This mate thing felt like an obstacle.
Strap slid his hands up her body, and everywhere he touched her, the nerves lit on fire like electricity ripping through her very core. It was intimidating how much she liked him and how well her body responded to him. As much as she wanted to write it off as lust, it was too powerful and too innate to just be an infatuation.
Even the first time she saw him hovering over her on the roof of that building, she was attracted to him. But he was a thief. His morals stood directly in the way of what she desired.
But she liked him. She liked how his skills would help her reach her goal whether he knew it or not. She liked how agile he was, how willing he was to help her with whatever she needed. She could tell he cared for her, even if she hadn’t made it very easy to get along with her.
Her body leaned into his touch, craving more. She could tell he was holding back, wanting her to lead the charge. Even now, he didn’t want to push his luck with her.
Mickey took it upon herself to make the first move. She slipped her hands under his shirt, sliding her nails up his chest.
His hard muscles felt smooth, save for a few scars here and there. A deep rumble vibrated the palms of her hands, and she smiled into their kiss. Their lips fervently collided, the moment growing more passionate with each passing second.
Strap took her cheeks in his hands, tilting her head so he could kiss her as he pushed himself on top of her. Mickey did nothing to stop him, inviting the warmth he brought when covering her. The brisk room and the rising sexual tension had caused her nipples to peak under her shirt, and when Strap ground down into her, his chest brushed across themjust so.
The small gasp that escaped her lips spurred Strap on. His hands slid under her shirt to tease her more. Mickey arched her back at the light touches and tweaks he gave her nipples. His free hand coaxed her shirt off, tossing the garment over the side of the bed.
Mickey tugged at his shirt, craving the skin-on-skin connection. She had beeninterestedin him from the start, but this was more. She needed to feel him, to have him close, inside her. Touching her all over.
And he wanted it too. His shirt met hers on the floorboards as her legs wrapped around his waist, and their bodies collided at both the lips and hips. Strap’s body rolled in waves against hers, and she could only imagine how his thrusts would feel deep inside her. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Mickey’s nails teased Strap, her hands sliding down his back.
His audible groan made her flash a knowing smirk into their kiss, silently taking note that he enjoyed it. It wasn’t long before she was undoing Strap’s belt, desperate to feel him closer. She was quick to unbutton and unzip his pants, pushing them off his hips. He chuckled, his low, breathless voice breaking the intimate silence to tease her.
“Excited?”
Mickey loved how husky his voice sounded. Even as he was giving her crap for stripping him down. She only tutted lightly, her hand slipping over the tent in his boxers to accent her point.
“That makes two of us, I guess.” She grinned up at him, and his dark eyes peered right into her soul. She felt small in their gaze. She assumed the darker hue was from his lust, and when she rolled her hand over his clothed shaft, feeling him twitch from her touch made her feel powerful.
She wanted to turn the tables. Strap seemed like the dominant type, to pin his lover down and fuck her into oblivion. But she wanted to push him, to see how far she could go, make him weak in the knees for her.
With a firm leg planted at his hip, she pushed him over and used the momentum to throw herself on top. Once there, she pulled his boxers down to let his cock spring free and sat back on his thighs.
Strap, surprised that she overtook him, watched her curiously. His eyes glinted with mischief, and his thumbs rubbed against her sides as he held them casually. Mickey decided to take her sweet time, casually skimming her hands up and down him lightly, not applying any real pressure or rhythm to her movements. His cock twitched eagerly. She had to bite back a giggle at the sight, and his grip on her tightened the longer she teased.
