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Bex pulled back. “We have to be quiet,” she said. “And you need to be gone before Izzy wakes up tomorrow.”
A slow grin spread over Michael’s face, and he nodded. “I can do that.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Michael hookedhis hands under Bex’s ass and lifted. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he shifted them so she was the one sandwiched between him and the wall. Thanks to all the time he spent in the gym, holding her up took barely any energy. She gave a mischievous grin and kissed him. He poured everything he had into that kiss, trying to communicate with his lips exactly how he felt about her. He was falling for her.
Falling hard.
Something else was hard, too. His erection strained against the inside of his jeans, and if he didn’t get rid of them soon, he’d have a zipper impression on his dick. Balancing Bex on one hand, he used the other to unbutton and unzip his jeans, then shoved them over his butt. With the waist of his pants around his knees, he returned his attention to her, nuzzling the smooth skin where her neck met her shoulder. Her fingers ran through his hair, and he wanted to purr and rub into her like a cat. He’d always enjoyed women playing with his hair, although damned if he knew why. She seemed to notice, and scraped her fingernails lightly along his scalp. A shiver raced up his spine.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, doing it again.
He crushed his mouth to hers, thanking her with his kiss, and begging her to continue. He pressed his hardness into the V of her thighs and rocked into her. She gasped, her head falling back, mouth dropping open. Taking her weight on one arm again, he reached between them and stroked her. She whimpered.
“Shh,” he murmured, his lips touching her ear. “We need to be quiet.”
Her laughter was breathy. “That’s my rule, you tease.”
He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, found his way inside her underwear, and stroked her again. She was slippery and wet for him, and her nails dug into his skin as he entered her with one finger and slowly crooked it. She turned boneless, making it harder for him to support her, and he had to withdraw his hand again.
“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, fully prepared to back off if she’d changed her mind about having sex while her daughter was across the hall, although he might cry if she did.
“Never been more sure of anything.” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and tore it off, then reached behind and undid her bra too, letting it slip off. He latched onto one of her perky breasts with his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. “Enough,” she complained, pushing his face away. “I want you. Now.”
He started to turn toward the bed, but she stopped him.
“No. Right here.”
His pulse thudded in his throat. Had he heard her right? Did the woman he was falling in love with want him to screw her against the wall? “You deserve a bed.”
She lowered her forehead to his. “After going so long without this, I deserve to get it however I want it. And I want you here.” She feathered a kiss over his lips. “I want to see what happens when you really let go.”
She wanted him wild? Then that’s how she’d get him.
He peeled her away from the wall for long enough to get her pants off, then shoved her back against it, not bothering to remove his own shirt even though she was now naked and he was nearly fully clothed. He fumbled his underwear down, awkwardly reached into his pocket for a condom, and rolled it on.
“You want this?” he asked, pausing before he thrust home.
“Yes, damn you,” she huffed. “Give it to me.”
Never let it be said that he held out on a woman who knew her mind. He pushed into her until he was balls deep. Her warm, tight grip nearly drove him out of his mind and he could easily have pounded into her a few times and been done, but he wanted to draw this out. To make her as crazy as he felt.
He rocked back, and thrust into her again in a long, smooth motion. Her entire body shuddered in his arms. He grinned. He was going to enjoy this. Continuing the slow, rhythmic torture, he reveled in her whimpers, then flexed inside her when she bit into his shoulder. In and out. Pushing a little further each time, burying himself deeper inside her, stoking the flames of her desire. He could have carried on forever. But then Bex tightened around him and grabbed his ass, urging him on.
His tenuous control snapped. He rammed into her, grinding against her clit, stars exploding behind his eyes as he moved again and again and again. Her heels were in his lower back, clasping him closer. God, the sight of her was so damned erotic. Naked for him. Her bare skin all over him, when he was clothed except for his pants, which were still around his knees.
She felt divine. Exquisite. He shivered, tingles forming at the base of his spine. He was going to come. Desperation clawed at him. He had to get her there first. He ground himself harder against her.
“Come for me.”
She moaned, then clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes locking on his. He watched her as he withdrew, then slammed back in. In thirty seconds, his legs were going to give out from the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her.
“Bex,” he murmured, holding her gaze. “Come for me,now.”
Then, miracle of miracles, her lips parted, her eyes closed, and she pulsed around him.
Yes.Hell, yes.
