Pipe Dreams(38)

Mike: 1, self-control: 0.

"I need you," he grunted, rolling on top of her. "We need each other."

With his tongue in her mouth, it was hard to argue the point. Everything  was heat and motion. She let herself be stoked like a campfire. Using  his tongue and his very skilled hands, he built her into a raging,  crackling flame. He tugged at her clothes, and she was too pliant to  care as they were stripped away piece by piece, along with his.

Skin to skin, they kissed until her lips were swollen and her heart held  nothing but willingness and desire. He whispered sweet words into her  ear as his thick fingers slid down her body and into the juncture of her  thighs. "So soft and ready for me," he rasped against her lips.                       
       
           



       

She tugged his head closer and kissed him again. More action, please. Less talking.

"Lauren," he said gently. He was straddling her, his cockhead teasing  her clit. He was poised on his elbows above her body, dark eyes  glittering. "Do you want me to find a condom?"

Did she?

She considered the question while he plundered her mouth with another  knee-melting kiss. She was throbbing, her legs splayed open, her heart  whirling. This, her body chanted. This. And more of this.

"Lo," he pressed, his fingers stroking her mercilessly. "We can do this either way. But you have to tell me. Condom?"

Slowly, she shook her head.

He gave her the hottest smile she'd ever seen. Then he grabbed both her  hands and pressed them against the bed. But when he pushed inside, his  cocky grin slid right off his face. "Oh, fuck. Oh. You feel so fucking  good."

She couldn't comment because she was too busy climaxing. Pleasure ripped through her body unexpectedly. She whimpered and shook.

"Lo," he groaned, his hips driving forward. He took her mouth in another hungry kiss.

Pinned to the bed like a butterfly to a board, she let out a husky moan.  This was the stuff of her fantasies. It was reckless and unexpected,  and that made it even sweeter. Skin to skin, each new sensation was  bright and overwhelming.

Above her, he made the soul-deep sounds of a man in love. She sensed a  third presence in the room-there was Mike and Lauren, and also their  union    . Their closeness was back, gasping to life, shimmying between  them.

It wasn't long before she felt her joy building again. Breaking off  their kiss, she jammed her face against his neck and cried out.

"Baby, yes," he groaned. Then, with a shout, he planted himself one more time.

When his body relaxed against hers a moment later, nobody spoke. Theirs  was a sweet silence, broken only by the sound of their mingled panting.

"See?" he croaked.

She did see. Even if she was still too blissed out to articulate it, she  knew what he meant. What they'd just done wasn't a spark of  recklessness, but a force of nature. Like gravity. You could leap away  from it, but it always pulled you back.

Their connection was still there, even if it had lain dormant a long  time. Lauren had watched people search their whole lives for the One,  and hers was currently on top of her. She wasn't going to argue with  him. Yet she might tease him. "You're smug, aren't you?"

"Only about a few things."

"Which are . . . ?"

"I'm good at keeping a six ounce hunk of rubber out of the net. I have a  smart kid. And I can make you into a needy puddle of a girl just by  chewing on your neck." She shivered without meaning to, and he chuckled.  "See?" He dipped down to kiss her collarbone again, and he gave his  hips one more slow pump. "Christ, Lo," he added eventually. "That was  probably good for triplets. Or twins, at least."

Triplets? "Bite your tongue."

He laughed, but she wasn't ready to think about the consequences. Later,  when she was alone, there would be time to panic about the future, and  whether they could work things out for good.

He chuckled into her hair. "I'm all in. Literally."

"I noticed that," she muttered. They were still joined, and she gave him a little shove to get off her.

But he caught her hands and kissed her again. "You can't get rid of me so easily."

Given what they'd just done, he might turn out to be right.

"Don't panic, honey," he whispered. "It's going to be okay."

Was it? "You panicked once," she reminded him. "That was fun."

He kissed her nose. "Fair enough. But I learned my lesson."

"Let me up, okay?"

With a sexy groan, he removed himself from her body, and she padded into  the bathroom for a little cleanup. When she emerged a couple of minutes  later, he was still lounging in her bed. "Come here," he demanded.

She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wrap her head around what had  happened here tonight. The results were potentially life-changing.

Mike tugged her hand until she turned to face him. "I know you're a  thinker, Lo. It's one of the things I love about you." He pulled her  down onto his spectacular body. "But don't think yourself into a  freak-out. Tonight you made me the happiest man in Florida. So get down  here and kiss me."

"I'm not freaking out," she insisted. She curled one hand around his  scruffy jaw and kissed him to prove it. "Don't you have to go back to  your own room? Is Elsa there alone?"                       
       
           



       

He grinned. "I should get back before she wakes in the morning. But  she's in a room that adjoins Hans and Justin's." He dropped a row of  kisses along her jawline. "We have a few more hours. I can set my alarm  for early in the morning . . ."

She wrapped her arms around him and accepted his kisses. There was no  way to worry about the future when she had the love of her life in her  arms, his hard body pressed against her own. It was late now, but  neither of them was sleepy. They kissed until their lips were swollen,  and his erection was a hot brand against her belly again.

He dipped his head and caught her breast in his mouth. As he sucked, she  felt her body calling to him again. He released her breast with a wet  pop and went to work on the other side. "If you get pregnant," he said  between kisses, "these will get all firm and heavy." Then he ran a hand  down her belly. "You'll get round right here. I'll have to lay you on  your side and do you from behind."

She moaned and squeezed her legs together against the slickness she felt there.

"Yeah. Like this," he said.

She let herself be arranged on her hip, both legs bent. Mike lifted her  top knee and maneuvered his hips into place. He filled her again, and  they both moaned.

"Can't wait to give you babies," he said as he began to move. "One might  not be enough." His arm came around her waist, and he took hold of her  breast in his hand, rolling the nipple until she whimpered. "You like  that?"

She did.

He nudged her again, rolling her farther until she was propped onto  elbows and knees. "We'll have to practice a lot," he rasped into her  ear. "Stay agile . . ." As he picked up the pace, she pressed her  forehead into the pillow and just took it. Every stroke made her feel  happier than the last.

In the two years since they were a couple she'd had a couple of flings  just to prove she could. Every one of them had been entirely  forgettable. Nobody else had ever . . . how did Mike put it? Turned her  into a needy puddle of a girl.

"Take it, sweetheart," he rasped behind her. "Take it all. It's all for you."

His words had her hovering on the edge. And then when he slid a hand  under her body and fingered their connection, she couldn't hold back any  longer.

"Oh yeah," he said as she began to gasp. Then he moaned and shuddered against her back.

A moment later they were pancaked onto the bed, and Mike began to laugh,  shaking her beneath him. "I don't think I can move," he said. "Hang  on." With a groan, he rolled to the side.

Lauren lay facedown a moment longer, not quite ready to look him in the  eye. She'd really missed this. It wasn't just the energetic sex-and they  used to have plenty-but also the intimacy. All week long at work she  wore suits and wrote the persuasive missives that helped power Nate's  global empire. She maintained her own apartment and made all her own  decisions.

But sometimes a girl just needed to be spread out on the bed and properly fucked. He'd always been just the man for the job.

"You okay?" he asked eventually.

"Top shelf," she slurred, too happy and spent to elaborate.

Chuckling, he curled his body around hers and sighed. "I'll set my alarm for five. You don't have to wake up when you hear it."