Havoc:Mayhem Series #4(41)

When he places his lips near my ear instead of doing what I thought he would, the tension in my body softens only a fraction.

"I'm more nervous than you are right now," he whispers, and then he  pulls away to search my eyes. His tentative gaze holds mine, his soft  words a plea when he says, "Please don't pull away."

My heart is beating furiously against my ribs when Mike begins leaning  in again, and it pounds harder and harder the closer he draws. I close  my eyes on a breath, and I hold it until unbelievably soft lips brush  mine. Time stops, the heat of Mike's satin mouth tests the seam of lips,  and the entire world explodes around us. The fireworks have stopped,  but everywhere, there are sparks. They consume me from the inside  out-through my heart, into my fingertips-and before I know it, I'm  stretching onto my tiptoes and burying my fingers in the thick of his  hair.

The silence of the forest is interrupted by the low, sexy sound Mike  makes when I pull against him, and I can feel the moment my sparks set  him on fire. I'm melting against his hard body when his hand curls  around the nape of my neck, like he couldn't bear for me to pull away  right now, as if I'd even try. His tongue does this thing in my mouth  that no tongue has ever done in my mouth before, and at the way I moan  desperately and my knees start to quiver, his hands slide down my sides  and wrap behind my thighs, lifting me into the air.

"Oh my God," I pant at the sky when the hard muscles of his stomach  press firmly between my legs, and Mike drops his lips lower, making my  blood rush like rapids just beneath my skin. His mouth explores the  curve of my neck, and when he pulls away to gaze up at me-his face  flushed, his lips kiss-swollen, and his hair a disheveled mess-the  hungry look in his eyes could melt stone. Desperate for more of him, I  hold his jaw in my hands and kiss him like I've never kissed anyone  ever.

Mike's body is fire between my legs, and when I cross my ankles behind  his back, squeezing him closer, I begin to tremble all around him. I'm  lost in the heat of his mouth, the tension of his fingers, the strength  of his arms. It feels like this moment has been building and building,  and with the scruff of his jaw scraping the palms of my hands, all I  want is to let go.

"Take me home," I beg, my voice rough with lust while Mike's smooth lips  graze mine. He pulls away only far enough to pin me with that dilated,  feverish gaze again. It's questioning, concerned, and I pin my forehead  against his. Heat radiates between us-from me, from him-and I explain,  "Your place. Take me to your place."

"You're sure?" he asks after a moment, and if I wasn't before, I am once he forces himself to ask those words.

Nine hours.

I answer by letting my fingers memorize the curve of his jaw, the scruff  of his cheek, the soft hair on his temple. When my lips meet his, I  memorize that too. I memorize the sweet way he lets me set the tone, the  way his fingers tighten around my thighs with barely controlled  restraint, the way he moans against my mouth when I kiss that restraint  away from him.

Mike carries my trembling body halfway from the forest, never stealing  his lips from mine even as branches snap under his feet, until he  eventually lowers me back to Earth and takes my hand in his. The music  gets louder and louder until we eventually step back into the clearing,  our pace quick as we steal across the grass. Someone calls Mike's name,  but he doesn't even turn his head. Instead, he leads me straight to his  truck, opening the door and helping me inside. The inside light is on  when he opens his driver's side door, and the flushed hue of his face  sends sparks racing across my skin. His truck growls to life, and one of  Mike's hands grips the steering wheel while the other slides onto my  thigh.

He doesn't say a word as he drives-just keeps glancing over at me with  those seductively dark eyes of his, and with every single gear change,  his hand inches a little higher. It sneaks under the tulle of my dress,  sliding up over butter-soft leggings, and the trembles in my body turn  to desperate, needy quakes.                       
       
           



       

I squirm as his grip tightens and his palm slides slowly higher, higher.  My fingers are white-knuckling the bottom hem of my leather jacket as I  stare out the windshield, and my muscles ache from his teasing. I  glance over at him, and he holds my gaze as his finger traces circles on  the inside of my thigh, sending torturous waves of sparks to a place  just a little bit higher.

"Pull over," I order once I release my lip from my teeth, already  unbuckling my seat belt and turning in my seat. Mike gives me a look  like he can't even comprehend what I'm saying, but I can't wait for him  to understand-I'm desperate for the taste of the salt on his skin, and  my lips are on his neck even before he pulls onto the shoulder.

His truck shuts off, his seat slides back, and before I can finish climbing onto his lap, he pulls me the rest of the way.

When I straddle him, he's not a rock star. He's not my cousin's  ex-boyfriend. He's just mine. I feel it in the way he kisses me, in the  way he clutches my ass and pulls me close until the heat between my legs  is burning a brand against his stomach. His gluttonous hands squeeze my  ass and move me against his body, just enough to torture me through my  leggings, and I gasp and bite his lip between my teeth, fueled by the  masculine moan that rumbles against my mouth. When I pull away, his lips  follow, refusing to let me go, but I press against his shoulders until  he's pinned against the seat.

I breathe heavily as I stare down at him, my small hands on his big  shoulders and my knees framing his thighs. He's so beautiful in the  moonlight-his dark lashes, his moist lips, and those bedroom eyes that  stare up at me like I'm a goddess gracing Earth.

"You're so beautiful," he says, and I surrender to temptation, reaching out and running my fingers gently through his hair.

Mike closes his eyes, and then he captures my hand and draws my palm to  his mouth. His soft kiss scorches my skin, and heat pools between my  legs when he opens his eyes with the center of my palm still held  against his mouth. My body trembles with need as I hover above him, and I  know he can feel it.

"You deserve so much better than a truck along the side of the road," he  says when he releases my hand, and I worry at the regret in his voice.

"Do you want to stop?" I ask, and he holds my gaze for just a moment  before his hands slide up my thighs, grip my hips, and press me slowly,  firmly down onto his lap. I gasp when his sex pushes against my heat,  straining desperately against his jeans and my paper-thin leggings.

"No," he says, the lust in his voice soaking my panties. His hands  travel beneath the tulle of my dress, feathering up my sides and making  my entire body break into goose bumps. Our eyes lock when he sits up and  brings his mouth within a breath of mine. "I'll give you better later."

Mike's mouth claims mine with enough heat to ignite us both, and his  body awakens every one of my senses. His cock teases my sex even as his  hands continue playing up my bare sides. They travel higher and higher,  until he's palming the swell of my breast and sweeping his thumb across  my pebbled nipple.

I gasp against his mouth, and Mike nips at my bottom lip. "You're so  soft," he breathes, and when he lowers his hand and pulls away from me,  my body weeps for him. "I want to see you," he says, his gaze intent  even as his voice questions.

A lump forms in my throat, but I can't deny those brown eyes that have  made me melt even in my dreams. I've wondered this before-what he would  look like beneath me. And now that I see it, now that I have it-I want  to give him anything he wants. I want to give myself to him.

I sit a little further back, and I find the hem of my dress. With  shivering hands, I start to lift it up, but Mike finishes the job, his  fingers grazing the undersides of my arms as he lifts it over my head.

"Hailey," he admires, his eyes caressing my body before feasting on my  breasts. I fight the urge to cover them, to hide from him, but he  doesn't give me the chance. Mike takes my hands in his, places them  against the sides of his neck, and shifts in his seat until I'm lying  back against the steering wheel and he's taking my nipple into his  mouth.                       
       
           



       

I don't recognize the sound of pleasure that bursts from my lips, or the  way my fingers scratch into his hair and beg him to continue savoring  me. His tongue swims across my nipple, sending waves of pleasure  rippling under my skin. He sucks and pulls and pins it between his teeth  while he rolls the other between smooth fingertips, and I can't help  the way my hips respond to him. I grind helplessly against his cock, and  it tortures us both until he's groaning against my breast and I'm  moaning into the air.