"Oh my fucking God," I gasp as Mike savors my swollen bud. He holds it between his lips and explores it with the firm tip of his tongue, making my legs shake violently as my release roars to life, building inside my core. I look down at him between my legs, and he gazes up at me with molten eyes as he devours my melting sex.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you," he says, lapping at me as he holds my gaze, and my head falls back as my knees continue to shake. My insides coil and tighten, and when Mike slides a finger into me, I nearly scream out with pleasure.
"Look at me, Hailey," he orders, and I summon the strength to lift my head as he slides another finger deep into my heat. The interior light switches off, leaving him shadowed by the hanging lamp on his garage, and the danger of this moment creeps up my spine. Even though Mike's house is set away from a back road, anyone could drive by. At any moment, headlights could appear down the road, and I'd be found reclining in the passenger seat of Mike's truck with his head buried between my thighs.
My nipples harden to twin points at the thought of it, and as Mike pleasures me with his fingers, he plants a wet kiss around my clit. "Hailey, when I kiss you-" he says, wrapping his scorching lips around my taut bundle of nerves again. The rest of me is wind-bitten and cold, which makes me focus on the fire he's burning between my legs. His lips stroke over my bud as he draws away on his kiss, only to lavish me with another, and another. "I want to know, when I kiss you, do you feel sparks?"
His fingers fuck me as he gazes up at me, baiting me with a question he already knows the answer to, but I can't form coherent words over the sounds of tortured pleasure coming from my mouth.
"Answer me, Hailey," he says, lowering his mouth to my heat again, lavishing my bud with his tongue.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes as my hips buck beneath him, and my body shatters and comes back together, only to shatter again. "Yes," I scream as my orgasm turns me inside out. Mike removes his finger to lap at me with his tongue, devouring me hungrily as I lose my damn mind. "Yes, yes, yes!" I scream, not caring who might be driving by to hear me. "Fuck, Mike!"
He lifts me up in an instant, kissing me heatedly as he carries my all-but-naked body across his driveway, up his sidewalk, and into his house. "I want your come on my cock," he growls as he lies me on his bed and crawls over me, and all I can do is kiss him as I burn alive beneath his body. He kicks his jeans and boxers off, tosses my panties across the room, and lowers himself on top of me.
"I need you," he says, and I realize he's asking for permission. His body is trembling with need for me, but he's staring down into my eyes, begging for me to welcome him into my body for the second time tonight.
"I'm yours," I answer, sliding my fingers up his neck. I hold his jaw in my hands and pull him to my mouth, kissing away the moan that rumbles from his throat as he pushes into me.
In Mike's bed, in his arms, the mood is different than it was in the truck. He moves inside me slowly, spoiling my body with kisses that make my back arch and my fingers dig into his back. He whispers that he loves me, and it takes everything in me not to say it back.
He's leaving in a few hours-I can't love him. I can't.
The way my heart swells as he makes love to me is a secret I keep to myself, one that exhausts me as I memorize Mike's body with my fingertips, my lips, my tongue. I lose track of time beneath him, and by the time he releases into my body, I'm not sure if we've been in his bed for two hours or two days.
When he rolls onto his side and pulls me against his chest, I snuggle in even closer. I sigh at the way he molds against me, and I fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter 35
The first time I slept in Mike's bed, I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him. I wanted to slide across his king-sized mattress, curl up next to him, and press my cheek against his chest. And when I wake up Sunday morning, after opening my eyes and remembering everything we did last night, that's exactly what I do. Since falling asleep, I've slipped out of his arms, but I slide across the bed until I'm melting against his body, relishing the way his big arms wrap tightly around me and hug me like he'll never let me go.
Mike groans contentedly and presses a kiss against the top of my head, and I can't help it-I giggle.
He loosens his hold to gaze down at me, the hint of a smile already playing on his lips. "What?" he asks, and I can't help laughing again.
"You're a dirty talker," I finally say out loud, and the blush that stains Mike's cheeks makes my heart flip in my chest. He was a god last night-dominating even as he worshipped me on his knees. And the words that came out of his mouth, the way his voice sounded when he demanded I come on his cock-it was unexpected and so, so, so unbelievably freaking hot.
"Did you like it?" he asks, and my cheeks flush to match his own.
"Couldn't you tell?"
The corners of Mike's mouth tug up into an adorably sexy smile, and before I overthink it, I give in to temptation and stretch up to plant a kiss against those irresistible lips. I lower my head back to his biceps, and Mike's smile brightens as he brushes a lock of curls away from my eyes.
"I've never been like that with anyone else," he says, tucking the hair behind my ear, and I question him with my gaze. "The uh . . . dirty talk."
"You weren't like that with . . ." I trail off, and Mike shakes his head against his pillow.
"No. I never even thought those things with anyone else. You have no idea what you do to me, Hailey. You bring it out of me."
"Your inner caveman?" I ask with an impish smile, and Mike fists his hand in the back of my hair, applying pressure as he smirks at me. I bite my lip between my teeth, and he releases my hair to sweep his thumb across my mouth, laughing with surprise when I bite down on it.
I release his thumb to smile up at him, loving the way his laughter touches his eyes, the way they crinkle at the corners as he gazes down at me with more love than should be possible after so short a time.
"What's on your mind right now?" I ask, and Mike lifts himself up on his elbow to let his eyes rove over my lips, my chin, my cheeks, the tiny freckle on my nose. Finally, his gaze settles on mine.
"I wish I could wake up with you tomorrow."
My throat thickens, and he kisses me softly. It's not a fiery kiss-it's a plush blanket that wraps itself around me, that warms me from the inside out. He pulls away and tames another curl that's tumbled over my forehead.
"What else?" I ask when a secret smile touches his lips.
His attention slides from my hair to my eyes, and he holds them when he says, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I can't stop the way the corners of my mouth turn up even as I roll my eyes. "You are such a liar."
Mike's expression sobers, his voice full of sincerity when he says, "I would never lie to you, Hailey."
I don't respond. I just stare up at him.
"Do you believe me?"
I give a small nod of my head, but it doesn't seem to ease his concern. His fingers thread into my hair, and he rubs tender circles over my temple with his thumb. "I want to give us a shot. I want this to work." He pauses like he wants me to say something, but I don't know what to say. Danica forbade it. And besides, he's leaving in a matter of hours, if not less, and I won't see him again for weeks. Months. We're not even together yet and he's already leaving.
"I'm going to be gone for a long time," he continues, "and you know there are fans . . . girls." I feel his fingers tense in my hair like they want to drum against my scalp. "But you only need to know one thing."
"And that is?"
"I don't want them," he promises. "I want you. I've waited for you for too long to mess this up."
"You've waited for me?" I ask, incapable of understanding. We just met. He didn't even know I existed before a few weeks ago.
"I've waited for you my whole life, Hailey," Mike says, and when a silent breath catches in my throat, he waits for me to release it. "Will you give me a shot?"
That question is so much more complicated than he knows. If Danica knew I was in his bed right now . . . if she knew all the ways he touched me last night . . .
I worry the inside of my lip, wondering how Mike and I could ever possibly work. We'd have to keep our relationship a secret from Danica, and if Lifetime movies have taught me anything, it's that secret relationships are never a good idea.