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I stroked his face. “I could touch you, too. If you wanted to, I could offer you pleasure.”
He smiled, a slow grin. “Do you think you’re not? Not yet, Bridget. I’d love that. Soon. But for now, I need to come inside of you. I need to feel the walls of your pussy throbbing against me as I finally come. Inside of you. Remember? You’re going to wear it all night. I don’t want to lose myself in your mouth right now. Later, that would be heavenly.”
I smiled, and not just because of his tempting touches. If he wasn’t going to let me return the favor this time, I could owe him one...or even two. I watched instead his every movement, and when he removed my pants and then his own, his touch spoke of sex. The kind that people dreamed about, and the kind I never imagined having before for myself.
Once we were naked, I noticed he didn’t bother with the gentleness he used the day before, and that was fine with me. Instead, his hands streaked across my skin and spoke of possession. He pressed a finger inside of me, finding my clit with his thumb. I gasped. The sudden sensation was almost too much. Maybe I was still a little raw from the night before?
“Michael, easy.” I felt ridiculous having to say it, but it still felt so new, and my body seemed unaccustomed to the unfamiliar touch.
He nodded. “I’ll be gentle with you, beautiful. Clearly, I may have been too rough last night.”
It wasn’t him; it was me. I would have told him so but then he was stroking me. Small, gentle circles that made me catch my breath and bite down on my bottom lip. The slightest bit of pain danced with each swirl of his clever tongue, but it was overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt.
“Don’t hold back your noises from me, Bridget. There’s just you, me and the walls to hear it. I want every sound. Every noise. Those are your gifts to me. Give them to me.”
I loved when he told me to hand things over to him, so I forced myself to breathe and to let go of my bottom lip. It was hard to get out of my own head sometimes. Even as the pleasure built, I couldn’t let it go.Damn it.
He took my hand and squeezed it. “What do you hear right now, Bridget?”
What do I hear?He wanted to talk? I concentrated on the sounds in the room, and I noticed how strong his scent smelled around me, all masculine and warm. Our bodies, rubbing together made a whisper of sound, punctuated by the sounds of our breath. Birds sang in the distance, while rain tapped on the roof in a rhythmic way. That was when it hit me—pleasure so profound, I nearly bucked beneath him as I came. He cried, coming inside of me in long, hard strokes that were wrenched from him with my name on his lips.
I held onto him, digging my fingers into his back. Finally, I kissed his good shoulder. We weren’t taking good enough care of him, considering his injury. I grabbed him and he didn’t even wince. I kissed him again.
“Wow.”
He lifted his head to smile at me, his eyes slightly glazed. “Wow, indeed.”
“Why did you ask me what I could hear?” Not that I minded. I would gladly recite the Declaration of Independence for an orgasm like that, if he wanted it.
He smoothed my hair away from my face. “To get you out of your head. You weren’t with me, and you were thinking too hard to come.”
It struck me as absolutely true and ridiculously sweet that, in the midst of sex and while finding his own pleasure, he still noticed that I wasn’t there. I stroked my finger down his face. “I wish…”
“What do you wish?” He was still deep inside of me, but I was sated and would be happy not to move for a long time.
I shook my head, deciding the words were too ridiculous to say aloud. Why bother admitting I wished I told him sooner, so he never would’ve hooked up with Sylvie the Sleek, and so he could’ve been mine for years.
But I didn’t want to bring her into the moment. It was ours.
So, instead, I smiled at him. “I wish I had rethought the poker idea.”
He answered my grin with his own. “You don’t even know if I have a poker set.”
A very good point.Although I was pretty sure he would’ve mentioned it already if he didn’t. “Do you?”
“Yes.” He kissed me again. “Undies on. Don’t clean up, Bridget. I want to think about it all night.”
I groaned when he pulled out of me. We had people coming over. I blinked. No, Michael did.I don’t live here. It was his place, and I was a visitor…for now. I had to keep it straight in my head, so I didn’t make another dumb mistake. I shouldn’t say things that would make me seem sappy or even think them anymore, if I was being logical. Sure, he said he was in love withme, and he repeated it many times now, but it didn’t guarantee us a happily ever after. There were a lot of things to work out first, and nothing could be decided while there was someone trying to kill us.
Resigned, I pulled on my panties, but I couldn’t hide my small smile. Even knowing I should be logical, I would be happy to not clean up until after the poker game.
“Warning, boys...”Michael looked around the poker table, his hand on my knee where it had rested most of the night. If I moved, he readjusted it. I loved the feeling. It was like he was always there. “She’s smarter than us. My guess is she asked us to play poker so she could trounce all of us. Just be aware.”
I shook my head. “That is not true. I’m only moderately good at cards.”
Roy grinned at me. “I think you might be hustling us, Red.”
Michael pointed at him. “No nicknames for Bridget from you.”
