Page 39 of Totally Off Limits

But Mickey’s reaction was making her question everything.

“I thought wewerefriends. Maybe not like best friends who talk on the phone three days a week. Maybe not friends who get together now and then—and maybe Iamwrong. It’s just…you’ve always felt like a really good guy, Mickey.” Fighting against her urge to run away and tell him to forget it, she tried hard to tell the truth—at least what she understood of it. Drawing in a breath, she blinked, forcing herself to look in his eyes again. “I know you had a shitty childhood, because I saw some of the signs. But you’re a good man. And so maybe we’re not best friends. But I’ve always considered you to be a friend, no matter how you feel. And you don’t dump friends just because you haven’t heard from them in years.” As she continued, she found her voice, and it grew stronger. “Just because we don’t talk to each other all the time doesn’t mean that you don’t matter to me.”

Mickey’s dark, indecipherable eyes continued searching Sierra’s as if he were trying to extract truth from her words. Once again, her voice grew soft as she tried to understand what he was feeling. “Youdomatter to me.”

With that, some wall tumbled down as his eyes softened—and there was something else.

Desire.

Placing his hands on her cheeks, he brought her lips to his and gently kissed her. At first, it was slow, as if he were trying to extract meaning from the motion. Or as if he were savoring the moment.

His second kiss, though, was intense. Passionate. Aflame. Sierra’s body immediately ignited as his lips demanded more from her. Their tongues clashed, and she wished she could taste Mickey without the whiskey—but that wish did nothing to stop her body from the yearning deep inside that she’d denied herself for so long. Her body grew hot and alive as if she’d been struck by lightning as chemicals and need coursed through her veins, her nerves.

Without conscious thought, she placed her hands on his chest, relishing the feel of the solid muscle underneath her fingers, and as his lips drew her thoughts to their mouths, she focused on how his soft whiskers tickled her chin. More waves of heat raced through her body as she imagined those lips brushing over her skin in other places.

She fought against imagining that, because she hadn’t come here for this.

Had she?

No. This wasn’t what she had come for.

But as his deep kiss pulled her thoughts in a different direction again, she realized that maybe shehadcome here with the hope that they could possibly share just one more moment like they had when he’d deposited his seed inside her. Whether or not that had been her initial intent, she wasn’t going to run away now. That one night with Mickey years ago was a memory she thought about often, one she couldn’t get out of her head even when she tried.

Maybe they weren’t friends…but they were compatible.

Almost meant to be. Never at any other time had sex felt as satisfying as it had with this man.

Back then, Mickey had seemed to know her body and what she wanted and, as she let all other rational thought go, she wrapped her hands around his neck, winding her fingers through his hair, trying not to tense up her fingers in desperation. The blood raced through her veins as his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer. His lips continued to ravish hers as he slowly let his hands drift down further and, soon, he was cupping her ass cheeks. As she drew in a breath that caught in her throat, he gently pushed against her enough that she could feel his cock growing hard even underneath his jeans, pressing into her lower belly, causing the blood to throb through her veins. Her pussy was wet as her entire body betrayed her, a tiny noise forming in her throat.

Mickey broke off the kiss, moving his lips to her neck. Just as she’d imagined earlier, the hair from his beard was hard to deny—but it didn’t tickle. Instead, it teased, tantalized, making her grow taut in anticipation. He kissed the flesh of her neck, trailing his tongue until he’d reached just under her ear. Then her nipples tightened again, and not just because his kisses cooled the flesh on her neck.

Without any more thought, her heart took over, deciding she was all in, and she pulled the jacket off her shoulders, causing her breasts to arch as if in invitation. Mickey took it as a signal and began kissing down her collarbone, getting closer to her cleavage. Once again, her body tensed in anticipation and her breathing grew ragged.

One last desperate attempt from her brain tried to make her stop, reminding her of his recent rejection. But surely they were past that. Why would he heat her up like this just to toss her out? Surely, he wouldn’t.

There was one way to find out.

Grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, she relished the feel of his skin as she grazed it with her fingers, and she began pulling it up. Her pussy clenched against itself as she imagined him inside her, and she continued moving his shirt up his sides. When she reached the top of his chest, he let go of her with one hand, grabbing the shirt to pull it the rest of the way off before tossing it to the floor.

This was definitely going to happen. And, if she’d thought she’d lost herself before, she was wrong, because now Sierra lost all control.

And she was no longer above begging.

“Make love to me, Mickey.”

But then he froze, his eyes closed. Without much thought, Sierra’s hands were on his pecs, but now she wasn’t thinking about how they felt against her flesh.

Something was wrong.

When Mickey opened his eyes, they were darker than usual and even harder to read. “You don’t want that, Sierra.” As she opened her mouth in protest, he placed an index finger over her lips. “You don’t want me tomake loveto you. Yeah, the words sound nice enough, but let’s talk about what youreallywant.” With his other hand, he touched just inside her thigh, so close to her pussy that it clenched again, emphasizing how wet she had grown. “We both know you don’t want me to make love to you. You want me tofuckyou. You want me pumping my cock inside you, causing you to writhe in ecstasy, made all the better because I’m still the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks.” As he slid his hand against her flesh, he moved closer again, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “Maybe all this talk of love and friendship makes it feel easier to give into what you really want. But I’d like to hear you admit it.”

No, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him, yes, but not because of all those awful things.

Or did she?

She couldn’t concentrate, and with his warm, rough hand so close to her pussy, she could no longer think.

At this moment, though, she wanted him however he would take her.

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