Page 18 of If You Could Only Believe
Well…not exactlyforcing, but what else did you call it when you felt like you didn’t have the power to resist or make another choice for yourself?
What do you call it when you continuously tell the gorgeous man in front of you that he needs to scoot along to someone who belongs with his kind, but he doesn’t listen?
Instead of sleeping with models and wooing heiresses, he’s smiling at you with those devil designed dimples. He’s finding ways to touch you, to brush against you.
And what else do you call it when youwanthim to force you?
Does that make me sick?
Does that make me a pervert?
It is a sign of mental instability to fantasize having a man, twice your size, hold you down andmakeyou take him?
Because that’s the only way I can see giving myself to Michael Buchanan. If he left it up to me to decide, I’d probably run. I turned from him and run as fast as my overweight body would let me.
And I should tell him so. He should know the truth. While I found Michael extremely attractive and my lady bits have been tingling ever since he first spoke to me, the truth was that I had no idea what I was doing.
When he stopped in front of me, I looked up into those green crystals of his and let it all out. “Michael, I’m…I’m attracted to you and I think you have got to be the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, but I don’t know what I’m doing here.” I had to stop and swallow to moisten my mouth. “I’ve never even kissed a guy before and here you are…all…a Buchanan and I can’t even imagine how many women you’ve…” I had to look away. The idea of Michael with other women hollowed out the pit of my stomach. Especially considering those women had to have all been the cream of the crop. It took a couple of seconds, but I was able to compose myself enough to continue. I looked back up at him. “I can’t compete, Michael. I mean, look at me for Pete’s sake.”
His eyes searched my face and his silence was making me feel like my heart was going to explode. It felt like 17 hours later when he finally spoke. “I want to you ignore everything else right now and answer just one question for me, Sophia,” he said. “Can you do that?”
I nodded, stupidly. “Yes, I can do that.”
His hand came up to cradle my jaw and his other one wrapped around the side of my neck, and I swear to God, his touch had me ready to combust. “Do you want me here?”
I blinked. That wasn’t the question I was expecting from him. “Of course, I want you here,” I answered. “I wouldn’t have let you in my apartment if I didn’t.”
The corner of his lip tilted. “I mean, do you want me here in yourbedroom?With you?”
I could feel heat coloring my cheeks. Michael was seriously asking me if I wanted to sleep with him. The answer washell yes, but too bad I didn’t know what I was doing. I wasn’t going to lie, though. “Yes.”
“I know you’re a virgin, Sophia,” he said, his voice sincere and calming. “I know you’re a virgin, and knowing this, I should probably tell you all about how I’m going to make slow love to you and tell you all about how I’m going to cherish your body and be delicate with what you’re offering.”
I could feel heat and wetness pooling in between my thighs. My breathing was so labored, I was sure a heart attack was eminent. My fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt because I felt like I needed to hold on to something…anything.Michael was saying all the right, sweet things, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted Michael to throw me down and take me, so I didn’t have a chance to change my mind. Because I knew the second a naked me stood next to a naked him, I was going to want to crawl away in shame and hide. But before I could tell him that, he went on to tell me everything he wanted to do to me. And it left me goddamn speechless.
“The only problem with you being a virgin is that I want you so goddamn bad, Sophia, that I don’t think I have the patience or enough control in the world to not slam into you and make you take everything I’ve been holding in all my life,” he murmured as the hand around my neck tightened.
All his life?
“I want, with all my heart, to make this perfect for you, Sophia. Honestly,” Michael cooed. “But every other part of my body just doesn’t care.”
“What does that mean?” I had no idea what he was trying to say.
Michael let out a deep sigh and then stepped to me until his body was pressed against mine. And then I felt it. I couldn’t hold in the shock of having his hardened dick pressed up against my stomach. I could feel its heat through his slacks and my blouse. Even being a virgin, I could tell that thing washuge.
And then he shocked me some more when he kept his hand steady against my jaw, but he started sliding the other one down my neck, over my collarbone and down the front of my chest. He stopped when he had a handful of my breast weighing heavily in his palm.
Michael started kneading my flesh and my hands flew to his waist and grabbed on for dear life. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and justfelt.
Holy crap!
We hadn’t even kissed, and he was already touching me in places I never thought anyone ever would. Even over my clothes, his hand was commanding, and I could feel his heat. The desire-the ache was made ten times worse when he kept talking. “It means I want to fuck my cock so deep inside of you that you beg me to stop. I want to tear you in half, but have you suffer through the pain, because you’re so out of your mind with pleasure, Sophia.”
I didn’t…couldn’topen my eyes, but I did whimper, “Michael…”
“I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life, baby,” he said as he pinched my nipple delicately. Michael leaned down and began raining kisses all over my cheek and jaw. “I want to do the most unholiest of things to your body, Sophia. I want to ruin you. I want to make you addicted to my cock. I want you to be such a slave to your desire for me that, virgin and all, you’d still let me bend you over my desk at work and let me do whatever I want to you.” He smirks. “Even if that means letting me inside that tight, little ass of yours, baby.”
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped. I stepped out of his embrace and kept stepping back until the back of my knees hit the bed.
