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Mick moved his hand from her shoulder and slid his hand up her neck to cradle the back of her head then covered her mouth with his, using the kiss to convey his feelings. He swept his tongue, claiming every part. Her arms encircled his neck and she made the sexiest little moan before pressing her breasts harder to his chest. Her nipples were tight little points and he hardened with the realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath that skimpy little t-shirt.
He grabbed her ass with his other hand, lifting her body almost completely off the floor.
The intensity of her kiss increased and she hooked a leg over his hip, giving him more leverage over her overall position. He walked her backward until she was pinned between the wall and his body. Nowhere to go. And she didn’t try.
Her mouth was heaven and he dipped his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her along with the salty remnants of her tears.Why had she been crying? God, he was mauling her and she’d been crying.He pulled back, loving the way her swollen lips remained parted and her blue eyes stared up in a haze at him. It was just how he’d dreamed of seeing her. And now he was going to ruin it by asking why she’d been crying.Dammit.But he couldn’t take this further until he was sure she was okay. That there hadn’t been some terrible death in the family. Or something else had gone horribly wrong.
“Why were you crying? I need to know you’re okay, because once I get you upstairs—”
She put two fingers over his mouth. “I’m fine now that you’re here.”
He nibbled on her fingers until she moved them and then spoke again, keeping his tone low, “Not good enough.”
Her eyes widened, surprise glinting in the blue of her irises. “I saw you with Felicity and you looked good together. You have so much in common. I didn’t realize until I saw you…”
He waited, unwilling to rush the revelation he’d guessed was coming.
“I didn’t realize.” She looked up, meeting his gaze. Her bright blue eyes had darkened, burning with a hunger that matched his own. “How much I like you. How much I wanted you. I—It goes against every rule in the matchmaking business. Never get emotionally involved with clients.”
His heart leapt in his chest just a little higher. “And you’re emotionally involved?” he pushed, wanting to hear the words again. He sure as heck was involved. Had been since that first night he’d laid eyes on her. She’d done him in within minutes. Her laugh. Her enthusiasm for her work. Hell, her enthusiasm and confidence that she would be able to find him a date in a town she barely knew had more than impressed him. Then the furniture fiasco. Such a sucker for a damsel in distress.
“Hopelessly,” she whispered.
“So am I.”
He squeezed her tighter and moved for the stairwell, not giving her an inch of freedom. He carried her up. At the top of the stairs, he turned for her bedroom. He shucked off his boots and crawled with her still wrapped around his waist to the center of her big bed. God, he was happy she had a big bed and not some girly wire-framed nothing of a bed.
Laurel’s fingers dug into his arm and his pressed her down into the mattress, claiming her mouth again. Tasting her sweetness. Her desire. She wanted this to happen as much as he did, she’d just been too afraid to tell him.
He was done being afraid. Done with not going after what he really wanted. Done thinking he didn’t deserve to find a woman who loved him—all of him. Done waiting for Laurel to realized she needed the same from him. He kissed her like she belonged to him. She did. She was his. He’d never let her go again.
“Mick,” she gasped out between kisses.
He trailed his mouth along her chin and down her neck, growling against her skin.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” she said, her words breathy and husky and wanting. Wanting him.
God, she tastes like heaven.Her soft delicate skin warmed beneath his lips and tongue. Her heart was racing and her breathing had changed to panting. He could kiss her like this until the end of the world and still never have enough of her.
Her hands worked the buttons on his shirt, freeing him from the starched cotton dress shirt choking his neck. Then his pants were undone. His clothes were falling off, but the only thing he could focus on was the sweetness of her lips. He licked along the seam and they opened for him again. Their tongues met and Mick groaned. The little moans and sounds coming from her throat sent fire racing through his veins.
One of her hands drifted up to trace his jaw. So soft. So tender. It drove him even further over the edge of crazy. Crazy about her. Crazy that such a small touch—caress—could set him off so completely. But it did. His heart hammered and his dick throbbed. He growled into her mouth and helped her shed the last remnants of her clothing and his, barely breaking his mouth from hers in the process.
He’d never been so desperate to feel. To have her skin on his skin. To bury himself inside her and claim her as his.
She kissed him like she was starving for affection. Like she’d never been truly loved before. He wanted to fix that. Wanted her to know how much he cared for her. How much he never wanted to let her go.
Their frenzy increased. Mick moved his mouth to one of her pert upturned breasts, capturing one of her hard nipples between his lips and sucked gently, letting it slide from his pop with a delicious smack. Such beautiful, delicate, breasts. The perfect handful. He cupped the other, rolling the peak of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her moan nearly undid him. “Laurel, God. You are so beautiful.”
“Mick.” Her voice caressed his name the same way her hands were caressing his sides.
He took the other nipple into his mouth, sweet and ripe and full of need. She writhed up from the mattress, sliding her hands into his hair with a whimper that begged him not to stop. He wouldn’t, but he needed a— “condom,” he growled, coming down to earth again. They were in her bedroom, not his. He didn’t even have one in his wallet…wherever it had landed on the floor with his pants.
She reached between their bodies and grasped his hard length, sending all the air out of his lungs. His tip brushed her wet folds and he grit his teeth to keep from thrusting right then and there. “God, woman.”
“I’m on the pill. It’s fine,” Laurel whispered, her tone dark and needy.
“Are you sure? I’m clean, I promise. I don’t sleep—”
