Page 24 of One Hotlanta Night
And his response is all-consuming. If I had any doubts about how he feels, they’ve all just been blown away.
Michael’s hand cradles my head as his lips come down strong and sure on mine. My mouth is anticipating his to ravish me;instead, he moves over me slowly, taking his time savoring the softness. Like he’s tasting his favorite dessert at leisure. Not rushing, even though I’m still faintly aware that the club is closing. No, he acts like we’ve got all the time in the world.
At this moment, it feels like we do. Like we’re the only ones here.
He drags his mouth across mine with increasing pressure, marking me, tasting me. Nibbling at my bottom lip, he sucks and tugs and I melt at this mere closed-mouth kiss making my knees weak. His hand grips the small of my back, tugging me against his hard muscles.
Just when I’m afraid he’s going to tease me to death, he angles his head and slips his tongue inside.
A moan rushes out of me at the sensation, hot and wet and hungry. He groans as his tongue dances with mine. Each stroke feels like he’s stroking my entire body. I tremble as he dives in, demanding more from my mouth, my body, practically my very soul. He tastes sweet, the bourbon a rich sexy flavor mixed with something that is entirelyMichael.
His hand fists in my hair holding me steady. The other grips my waist, propping me up as I melt into him. He’s unhurried and deliberate, cocooning me in his embrace where it’s just the two of us, licking and caressing and igniting.The man is making love to my mouth.Fire spreads throughout my body, liquefying me. His hands are the only thing holding me together.
I kiss him back with the same fervor, wanting to feel every inch of him, wanting to get closer and deeper and drown in him. All of our intimacy on the dance floor has led up to this, and I’m impatient now. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him around me, surrounding me,insideme.
My breath catches as his hand travels lower and glides over my ass, kneading and caressing and pulling me closer as hismouth swallows my moans. He rocks me up against him and his hardness hits the perfect spot between my quivering thighs.
My hands bury in his silky hair, trying to bring him closer and closer until nothing is left between us. Little fireworks explode all over my body. My skin is on fire. I can’t breathe. I just want to lose myself in him, and I can’t get close enough. I need more of his hands, his mouth, his tongue all over me. I want him in and under and on top of me. Nothing separating us until I don’t know where I end and he begins. I want to be so close that we share each other’s breath as we make love…
Whoa. Full stop.
I tear my lips away, stepping back just an inch. Breathing heavily, I look up at Michael, my eyes a little unfocused, my stance faltering, just like my heart.
Where did that come from?
That kiss was the single most mind-blowing thing to ever happen to me.
But thinking about not just sex, but making love…
That’s too much.
That’s not what you think about with a quick hookup. That’s reserved for a life-changing partner.
For love.
Spending time together has been amazing. Incredible, even. But tonight has also been intense.Michaelis intense. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that.
I need some air.
Michael is breathing just as hard as I am, and it just now occurs to me the level of control he has been exerting not to take things further. Grab my hand and take me home with him. And at that moment, I might have let him.Vivian!I chastise myself.
His arms still encircle me, but he pulls back and his eyes flick back and forth between mine. Trying to figure out how we went from hot and heavy to a blaring redstop, I’m sure. This isn’treally fair to him, but still.I need to be careful,I think as I try to slow my racing breaths. The look he gives me is filled with concern, even as he tries to catch his breath.
“Mi amor… what is it?” He runs his hands up and down my arms, and my body starts to relax at his touch. Until I catch sight of my number on his arm. I close my eyes, a headache starting to pound in my temples. Almost as loud as the pounding of my heart.
This is all too much, too soon.
When I hesitate, he takes my chin, forcing me to look directly at him. “Vivian.” My lips feel bruised from our kiss. I don’t regret it, though. Just where my thoughts were taking me. It’s the shock to my system that I needed. But I can’t tell him that; I don’t know him well enough for that. We don’t actuallyknoweach other at all.
Even if my heart tells me differently.
And there I go again.
His eyes search mine. He’s waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, I just realized how late it is and that I need to get back home. My friend will be worried about me.”
He lifts a brow, his expression telling me he doesn’t quite believe me, but he doesn’t push it. Thank heavens for that. “I’ll walk you out.”
