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He lifted his gaze to meet my own, and the heat and need in his gaze made me shiver. “Let me admire you for a second, Bridget. I’ve thought about this for a long time. I’ve wanted to see you, to touch and taste you. I’ve imagined how gorgeous your pussy would be, and here it is right in front of me. This moment deserves its due.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” His smile was slow. “I’ve had dreams that started this way. It may take some convincing for me to really believe I’m awake.”
I swallowed. “I don’t know how to flirt or talk dirty. I’m sorry. I’m really inept at this.”
“I only ever want you to be you. Period.” He scooted forward, pulling my shirt up and then eventually over my head so he could discard it. I wore my bra, but he didn’t immediately pull itoff. Instead, he ran his hands over my stomach and my muscles shook under his touch. A lock of his shiny dark hair fell to cover one eye, so I reached up and smoothed it away.
I might not know what to say, but the way he looked at me made me feel as if it didn’t matter.
Once again, I was struck with wanting to bottle the moment. It happened every time something significant took place with Michael. Why wasn’t it possible?
He finally unhooked my bra and threw it carelessly away. I was completely naked and he totally wasn’t, so my gaze slid down his body. That didn’t seem fair at all. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“You want them off?” He moved back to remove the pants and then his briefs followed. “They’re off. Nothing between us at all, which is what I want, but we’re not quite there yet, are we?”
I swallowed. “We’re not?”
We seemed pretty darn almost there to me. He shook his head slowly. “No, beautiful. We’re totally fucking not. I’m sorry that you think that we are. It seems to me that you’ve never really done this before.”
I had, and I huffed at his suggestion. I was absolutely not a virgin, but it really didn’t seem the time to brag about my previous sexual exploits, either. Instead, I said nothing.
“We’ll find out together what you like, Bridget. Even if it takes some time. I’ve got nowhere to go and nothing to do except make you come. You will tonight, Bridget. I’m going to make you come until your legs shake, I promise you that.” He kissed the top of one of my knees as if to seal his promise, then his gaze met mine again. “Do you know when I fell in love with you?”
Oh, so we’re going there?Did I?No.He told me he was that terrible day in New York, but he never went into detail. I shook my head. “No.”
“That New Year’s Eve, when we danced together. I looked at you, and it was just different. You banged into me wearing your feathered dress, and I immediately knew something had changed. Then you said the most amazing words anyone has ever spoken to me. I fell. Hook. Line. Sinker. I’ve never been the same, never will be. You were it for me, Bridget Radford. For now and forever, so don’t tell me you don’t know things to say. You abso-fucking-lutely do. “
I wished things could have been different. I wished I could’ve focused on the budding feelings between me and Michael rather than revenge against my father. What could these years have been like, if I’d done that? If I had a clue about what was going on before I looked at those screens?
But he hadn’t said anything, either. Not for years, and by the time he did, I was already lost. I probably still was, truthfully. I considered pointing it out to him, but I decided not to lest he change his mind. Although I didn’t like sex, I wanted to try it with him at least once.
I wasn’t going to fuck things up again.
Michael scooted forward again, but this time, he kissed me right in the center of my stomach. I wasn’t flat there, had never been. I never minded my curves, even if they weren’t particularly fashionable.
He nipped me, lightly, right where he’d kissed me, and I giggled. It was more ticklish than painful. Michael lifted his head to grin at me, the cute boyish joy back on his handsome features. It was a second in the middle of these moments that was light. I loved it, possibly for the sheer contrast from the building tension. Maybe sex didn’t have to feel so life changing? Maybe even adult time could have space for amusement and fun. Maybe both things were possible at the same time?
His expression tightened, losing some of the lightness. What had he thought or seen that caused the change? “You really are too good for me. You should tell me to get lost,” he said gruffly.
He thought I was too good for him? Was he out of his mind? He shook his head for one second before he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, hard, distracting me from the conversation. With his other hand, he squeezed my other breast. I cried out. Usually I didn’t feel them or have much sensation in my breasts, but my skin seemed to come alive under his touch. As though my whole body knew it needed to be worshiped by Michael Li.
“That feels good.” He grumbled as he lifted his head. “So now I know that my girl likes it when I play with her breasts. Count on me to be on them all the time. You may have to pry me away.”
My breath caught and sped up. I really loved how he was talking to me, so different from the Michael others saw. He was so raw, so real, so adoring. I never wanted it to stop.
I pulled his head down to mine. I needed to kiss him, mouth-to-mouth. I needed it more than air. He complied, giving me what I wanted. Our tongues danced together, tangled as his body came down on mine…but not crushing me. No, instead of pain, he added a delicious weight, pressing into me with heat and desire and…
Worry stole the moment.His arm.“Do you want to roll over and let me be on top? So you don’t hurt yourself?”
“No.” He shook his head with a small groan before he nipped my flesh between his flashing white teeth. “Tonight you won’t like it that way. Tonight, you want me to take care of you. In the future, when you’re more sure of things with me, I would love it if you would ride me until we both come. I promise you, I’m looking forward to that moment, too, baby. Tonight, though, we’ll do it my way. So stop worrying. I won’t let myself get hurt.”
Michael liked to pretend he was superhuman, but I wasn’t the only one who had to let down their walls. We’d get there, I hoped.
He returned his attention to my breasts, and all I could do was breathe while he played with one nipple and sucked on the other. Pressure built inside of me with his every touch, nibble, and tug. I recognized the building tension in my body, and the way the heat began to spiral until it built and ruptured. Despite fearing the orgasm might feel hollow and empty, his assault on my senses didn’t leave a lot of room for fear and doubt. Not when his every touch seemed hyper-targeted to build my desire to a fever pitch.
Finally, a moan slipped from me. I tried to hold it back, and I didn’t even know why until the low, keening noise echoed through the room. It was hard for me to let go of that sound, it made me vulnerable. I pressed my fist against my lips, trying to hold in any other sounds that might try to escape.
