Page 110 of Misconception (Unrequited 2)

I was lookin’ for

You burst into flames

And gave me more

Give me your hands, girls

I’m gonna give you the whole world

All you have to do is wait and see

It’s always gonna be you and her and me

Always, always, always gonna be

You and her and me

I sucked in a shuddering breath and wiped my wet cheeks. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” I rasped through tears.

Mo’s eyes opened, alarmed. “Ah, don’t cry, baby.”

Pressing my lips together, I shook my head. “Can’t help it. You wrote us a song. I’d be a monster if that didn’t make me cry.” Pushing myself from my chair, I went to him. He laid down his guitar and stood, swirling emotion in his eyes.

“Do you get it, Mic?” His voice came out just as thick and raspy as mine.

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. “I get it.”

What I got was that he was in love with me. What I understood in that moment was I’d taken Mo for granted. He’d screwed up along the way, but so had I. He made gesture after gesture for me, and I had come to expect it. When he did something I didn’t like, I got pissy and walked around in my underwear in front of his friends.

I was a goddamn bitter shrew and I hated myself for it. Here was this beautiful man who cared for me, cared for our daughter, and I kept pushing him away.

I didn’t deserve him.

But I’d work until Ididdeserve him. I wanted to keep him forever.

Rising on my tiptoes, I kissed my man. It started slow, but I poured my revelations about him and us into it. His hands came to my face, touching me with the utmost reverence—touching me likeno oneever had.

He reached down, gripping my thighs, and lifted me in his arms. Mouth slanted over mine, he carried me down the hall to our bedroom. The sweetness of our kiss never abated, even as my core heated and the bulge in Mo’s jeans grew.

I wanted him, but more than that, I desperately needed to show him how deeply I cared. That, to me, I wasn’t just killing time with him, but I was here to build the flame between us into a wildfire. Enough to get us through becoming parents, and disagreements, and bad press, and all we would be facing. If we stoked our fire high enough, not even a storm would be able to put it out.

When he set me down, I slid my hands beneath his shirt, pushing it up over his head. I pressed my lips to his thumping pulse, closing my eyes and feeling the staccato rhythm.

“Michaela,” he murmured.

“You mean everything, Moses.” I bit his chest, the flesh and muscle covering his heart.

Our clothes fell slowly to the floor. I undressed him, kneeling to remove his socks and kissing my way up his thighs to stand again. My T-shirt lay discarded by his, my panties and fuzzy socks quickly joining them.

I pushed Mo to the bed and straddled his legs. He held onto my hips and watched me. Leaning forward, I dragged my lips down his neck, kissing his clavicle, then moved down his body, not missing an inch. He was long and lean, smooth, with a narrow trail of black hair running down the center of his abs. Between my thighs was wet and achy, and he hadn’t even touched me. Touchinghim, making him feel good and cared for, turned me on so much.

When I reached his swollen cock, I rubbed the silky skin against my cheek. He groaned, his hands sliding through my hair as I took him in my mouth, slow and teasing.

“Mic...god…”

The rumble of my name from his lips, the pain and torment in it, had me ending my tease early and taking him deep. I was done tormenting him. This was about showing him that, making him feel how much I wanted him, wanted to care for him, in a tangible way.

His hips lifted, rocking into my mouth, moving with the rhythm we created together. Groans from the very core of him spilled from his lips each time he hit the back of my throat. My palm smoothed up his stomach and down again. On my second ascent, he caught me, intertwining our fingers, giving what we were doing together a sweetness. But then, this was Mo. Edgy, sexy rocker, with the most thoughtful, sensitive soul. Of course he would hold my hand while he slid his cock between my lips.

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