Page 14 of Believe in Me
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Dinner was delicious and came together without a hitch. Mike hadn’t been kidding when he’d said his mother taught him to be helpful. They’d sat down and talked about nothing important over the meal. Things planned for the next week… Mike was apparently going to be in the field for a few days… Trish was considering teaching some dance classes more permanently.
“Want to watch some TV? A movie?” Trish asked as she started cleaning the table. Mike moved right along with her until the kitchen was spotless once again.
“Sure. You pick,” Mike said as he walked out of the kitchen behind her.
“How about… comedy? Drama? Musical? Action?” Trish picked up the remote and turned on the set.
“Can I hold you while we watch if I say musical?” Mike teased, holding out his arms.
Trish pursed her lips and tapped a finger against them, pretending to give it some thought. “I guess you can. But what if we watch a historical?”
“Anything but Outlander. One of the private’s wives is obsessed with it so he’s been trying to sound Scottish for the past week and… you get the idea.” Mike shrugged and settled back into the couch, pulling Trish along with him.
Trish put onMiracleand got comfortable in Mike’s embrace. This could be somewhere she’d enjoy spending time.
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Mike was trying not to squirm, but it was getting hard. Pun intended. He knew that holding Trish was going to be amazing and he was right. She fit him in all the correct places. His thoughts kept returning to their kiss back at the bank. Mike wanted more but didn’t want to push Trish.
“Mike,” Trish said quietly.
“Hmmm…” he murmured, not thinking he needed to say anything.
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” she asked. What?
“Of course I do. I’m not dead.” He couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t want to kiss her.
“Then why haven’t you?” Trish seemed a bit upset and that was the last thing that he wanted.
Mike sat a bit straighter and pulled Trish onto his lap. “Trish, I can tell that you’ve been hurt by someone in the military. I’m not sure how but I can tell by your reactions when you see someone in uniform. I’m hoping that we can build something between us, so I don’t want to push you into anything. I want you to believe in me. Believe in what I tell you, and maybe someday promise you. So I’m giving you time to want me on the same level.”
Not a beat after Mike finished talking, Trish attacked him just like she did at the bank. Shy, thy name is not Trish. This time, Mike didn’t relax back and let her control it all. He gave as good as he got. Running his hands down Trish’s back, he met with the hem of her t-shirt and slid inside. Feeling the warm skin of her back had him pushing up on her hips. When she went to straddle his thighs, Mike turned and laid her against the couch, following her down.
Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes, seeing a reflection of the attraction he was feeling in them. He leaned down and licked a path from her collarbone to her mouth, outlining her lips before sealing his mouth over hers. Mike felt her arms come up around his shoulders and grip tight enough that her nails dug in, giving him a bit of a sting.
Trish’s legs fell open and he shifted into the space created. He wasn’t sure either of them were ready for sex but her heat against his cock was amazing. He slid his hand up her side to cover her breast and gave a little squeeze which made her gasp. He closed his fingers around her nipple and pinched.
“Oh God, Mike.” Trish ripped her mouth from his and moaned before she arched her back into his grip.
Mike went to move his head down to her chest. Just as he went to close his lips over Trish’s nipple, he heard something move behind him. As he raised his head, someone said, “What the fuck!” and he was pulled off Trish.
There were two men in the room with them. They looked a bit familiar. The one that had Mike in his grip slammed Mike against the wall. The other squatted down next to Trish.
“Are you all right, Trish?” the one on the ground asked.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the one holding Mike off the ground demanded.
“Beatle! Put him down,” Trish yelled.
“No fucking way. This man was attacking you in your own home. Joe would kill me for letting it happen,” the one holding him, must be Beatle, growled as he slammed Mike against the wall again.
“Bad Boys” started playing throughout the room.
“What the fuck is that?” the one near Trish asked.
“It’s my phone. Ring tone for Mooney. Answer Trish,” Mike gasped out.
