Page 28 of Rocking Player
So he’d talked about me to his parents, too? I didn’t ask, but I finished pouring and ignored how my skin was slightly jumpy and sipped my wine. Michael did the same and, as I finished, I asked him, “Will that be this weekend, as well?”
He gave me a smirk and put his glass down on the counter as he hugged my waist and said, “No. They live in Florida, not Oklahoma. I need to tell you my house isn’t kid-friendly.”
“It’s okay. We’ll manage.” Jeremy wasn’t a toddler anymore.
I soon lost sight of where I was, except in Michael’s arms. I asked Michael, “Now, tell me, what happened at the game that had you thinking ‘Vegas'?”
I put that in air quotes to emphasize.
“It’s nothing. Though, someone set you off at the game?” He asked, and his gaze melted my tension.
I ignored how goosebumps grew on my arm and glanced down at how our bodies touched as I said, “One of the parents thought I’d been living off your money the whole time.”
His hand traced my back as he said, “That’s stupid.”
Well, it wasn’t that. I sucked in my bottom lip and then let it out as I knew that was a horrible habit of mine and said, “I don’t tell people about my inheritance. It’s no one’s business.”
He cupped my face as I was lost in his gaze. His words melted me like chocolate in a pan, “No one needs to know how you drive me wild, either.”
“I do?”
“Hell, yes.”
I tugged on his waist and tugged him toward me when I said, “Wait until we’re in our bedroom.”
Then, I let him go. He took the glasses and wine and followed me as I led up the stairs.
Having Michael Irons at my call sent a thrill through me. I knew he watched and I took the next few steps with more a sway to my hips and opened the door.
He closed the door and placed the still filled wine glasses and the bottle on my bureau.
And then his arms wrapped around me.
I was alive with him, in a way I never was, ever. I ached. He unzipped his pants and let them fall as I slipped my plain shirt off me.
My heart raced as I unsnapped my own jeans and tore them off as he tossed his shirt next to his pants.
Then he peeled off my bra, so I was just in my panties when his lips claimed my mouth for a kiss that burned into my soul
Nothing about being with Michael was calming.
Michael made me forget my inhibitions and a thrill raced through me like I loved to follow through on dares. And his lips went lower, my body trembled as he sucked my nipples into his mouth.
I arched to give him more and, as he released my chest, he laughed and said, “Your breasts are just the beginning.”
He walked me backward toward the bed. His cock was roaring to life like the bat he’d held in his arms earlier tonight.
His face was just as hard as he motioned with his head and said, “I’ve been fantasizing of taking you near that bedroom window of yours that overlooks the street.”
“Hmm, guess you'd better seduce me into that,” I said and climbed on the bed.
Maybe later, we’d get daring. Tonight, I just wanted him, inside me, so I tossed my panties, he tossed his tighty-whities, and joined me on the bed.
Marrying Michael hopefully meant we’d have more of this release and I’d figure out how to remain calm and peaceful the rest of the time. When he touched me, I was already in a crescendo of desire that rocked through my entire body and I lost the ability to think.
Chapter 8
Michael
