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“Of course it was,” he says cockily.
I shake my head then get distracted when his hand slides up my shirt. He drags his hand up my body and caresses the edge of my breast. His touch awakens something in me.
“You want me?” he asks gruffly.
I look up at his eyes. His green eyes are clouded by hunger. One that I understand all too well.
“More than anything in the world, at this moment,” I reply honestly.
He smiles in a way that makes his whole face light up. “That’ll work.”
He kisses me until I’m breathless. Then I start to get frustrated when I realize he still has his clothes on.
“Off,” I order, pulling at the hem of his shirt. He chuckles before standing and hurriedly undressing until he’s standing in front of me in his boxers.
I stare at the huge bulge in his pants. This scene feels so familiar yet foreign at the same time. Michael’s eyes widen as he realizes something.
“Fuck, Chrissy. I don’t have a condom.”
I blink. “It’s fine. I’m on birth control. Just get inside me. Please.”
I added a please so he knows how desperate I am. He doesn’t waste a moment climbing into bed. He takes off his boxers and together we take my shirt off, baring my breasts to him. My nipples tighten due to the sudden exposure to the cold air. Michael stares at my breasts with something akin to reverence in his expression.
“These are so perfect,” he states, taking a nipple into his mouth.
He bites down on it softly, quickly licking the sting away. I grip his head as the sensations overwhelm me. There’s no warning when Michael thrusts into me. Tears prick my eyes from the burning sensation of him stretching me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him still for a moment.
“Oh, God!” I shout.
“How can you feel so damn good?” Michael groans.
The look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. His nails dig into my hips as he withdraws only to slide into me again. Air is knocked out of my lungs when the tempo shifts, getting faster. My legs tremble with each slap of his hips against mine.
His pumps feel never-ending until I feel my orgasm begin to build inside of me. I detonate like a bomb, warmth exploding in my chest as I’m elevated into a land of bliss. My eyes slam shut. I open them only when I feel my breathing start to slow down.
Michael continues thrusting into me at a feverish pace. I take his face in my hands and press a kiss against his lips.
“Let go,” I whisper softly.
He groans and I watch, entranced, as he unravels on top of me. He drops his head back as he comes. I feel my heart thunder in my chest.
My orgasm has ended and in the face of that, bittersweet clarity appears.
Michael and I just did something we’re never coming back from.
Despite my better judgment, I end up falling asleep in his arms. The last thing I feel before drifting off is his lips on my forehead.
* * *
When I wake up the next morning, my first thought is that Michael’s gone. He woke up, realized he fucked up again, and left. Noah’s going to be caught in the crossfire, and it’s all my fault.
I sit up on the bed and look around, but Michael is nowhere to be seen. Just as I get to my feet, the front door opens.
He walks in, shirtless, holding a mug in his hand and looking way too good for seven in the morning.
“Why do you look scared?” he asks, pausing in his steps as he stares at me. His voice is still a little raspy with sleep.
