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“You were saying?”
Mikaela held her breath until the pads of my thumbs settled on her hard nipples and began a slow circling. “Your touch is perfect,” she said, the words breathy.
I nipped her earlobe. “Nice save.”
I caught her smile, and then buried my face in her abundance of hair and breathed deep. “Do you have any idea what your hair does to me?”
“No idea,” she said, laughing. “And as long as your hands keep going, I don’t care.”
Was that right?
Mikaela whined when I slid my hands away. “What the hell?”
“Come with me, Beautiful,” I demanded, the words strained.
When she turned to face me, her green eyes had darkened to forest and her lips were swollen, probably from biting them. I’d give her something to do instead of bite. Taking her hand, I led her to the bed, turned, and pulled her shirt up and over her head quickly. The sight froze me in place. “Christ, Mikaela, you’re just…” I couldn’t continue; I wasn’t smart enough, nor did I have the words. Not to mention every drop of blood in my body now felt like it was pounding in my cock.
Mikaela smiled—a tease. She dropped her hands to her hips and slowly stroked upward. “Yes?” Small fingers covered her breasts, and she pinched her own nipples.
“Holy fucking shit,” I croaked, reaching for those hands. “Stop before I come in my pants. Again.”
She ducked her head, trying unsuccessfully to hide her pleased smile. “That seems to be a problem for you.”
I bent at the waist and pulled Mikaela half over my shoulder. My smack was supposed to land on her ass but—intentionally or unintentionally—came up a few inches short. Right on her exposed core. “Just goes to show how potent you are, little minx,” I said over her cry. When I dipped my finger between her lips to test her readiness, a gush of wet heat met me. “Be good.”
“Be good? Be good?” Her palm landed on my ass cheek, the effect muffled by the fatigues I still wore. “I’ll show you be good.”
“I hope so.” I turned and dumped her on the bed. Diesel jerked his head up at the noise, surveyed the room with snort, then went back to his snores. Mikaela bounced once before sitting up in the middle of the bed, all silky hair and soft skin and jiggling breasts. God, those breasts…
I swallowed hard against a dry throat as I stripped off my fatigues. Propping a few pillows against the big wooden headboard, I climbed on and settled myself at the head of the bed. “Come here, Beautiful.”
Mikaela went to her hands and knees. An intent look glinting in her eyes, she prowled toward me, not even glancing at the erection sticking straight up between my legs. When she got close, I spread them and urged her inside.
Slender fingers gripped my penis. A groan rumbled through my chest. “You know what I want,” I said. “That mouth right here. That hair all over me. Give it to me, Mikaela.”
She licked her lips as she surveyed my cock, and I admit I held my breath as I waited for her to decide. When her head dipped and the slick pressure of her tongue stroked over the sensitive head, I exhaled like she’d punched me in the gut.
I needed more, so much more. Rushing her was probably a dick move—I shouldn’t take this moment away from her—but fuck if I had the discipline to listen to a singleshould. Instead I gripped her head and guided her over me. Her hair trailed along my thighs, pooled between my legs to caress my sac. My cock thumped at the feel of it, and then she was sliding me into her mouth and I groaned hard as she took her first suck. “Mikaela!”
She let me in, all the way, until my tip hit the back of her throat; then she backed off, moved forward, again and again. I sifted my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of her nails biting into my thighs as she took me, the little moans she made every time I bumped the back of her throat, the fierce look of concentration on her face as she pleasured me.So beautiful.I didn’t think I’d ever see another woman who could even come close.
Spreading my legs a bit more allowed Mikaela closer, gave her a better angle above me—and gave me the reach to find her hard nipples through the tangle of her hair and tug on them. She gasped around me, almost choking, and then her eyes closed and her mouth clamped down on me, sucking hard in rhythm with the pull at her breasts.
That look… “Shit, shit, shit. Mikaela!” The need to shoot my load began a fast crawl from the base of my cock up. I could feel pre-cum leaking into her mouth, knew the real thing wasn’t far behind. “Mikaela, I’m coming, Beautiful. I’m coming,” I groaned, pinching her nipples hard. The next pull of her mouth and rub of her tongue kept me from holding back—I emptied myself with an explosive jet down her throat.
Mikaela choked. Between one shot and the next, I pulled her off me, up my body, and forced her down on my cock. “Go, baby,” I demanded hoarsely. “Go.”
And she did. Mikaela ground down, her body tight around my erection, her wet clasp keeping me hard as she rode me with wild abandon. Leaning forward, I grasped a nipple between my teeth and sucked her until pulses surrounded my cock. Mikaela’s cries rang in my ears, and damn if I didn’t come all over again, right there inside her.
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Chapter Thirty-Five
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“We need to talk about it,” I said as Eli ushered me back into the shower. The damn thing was too big to be crowded, but at least naked and wet, he was less likely to run. The thought was actually amusing—Eli running. From me. And then I thought about the horrified look on his face when he realized he had come inside me without a condom, and all amusement fled. I should be glad that he worried about it, about me, but some small part of me felt like he’d slapped aDEFICIENTtag on my forehead with that look.
It was utterly ridiculous. I was in no place to, and definitely was not interested in, having a baby, whereas Eli was, in many ways, perfect father material. He probably wanted kids someday. Just not with me.
