He scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. “Oh, I’m planning on torturing you quite a bit first. Payback for what you’ve put me through the last few months.”
Lacey felt the air sizzle with anticipation as they entered his room. Her body dissolved into the soft, cool sheets when he lowered her onto his unmade bed. “You’ve really wanted me?” she asked, watching him pull his shirt over his head revealing his exquisitely sculpted chest and pecs. His jeans hung low on his hips and a light trail of chest hair led her eyes down his tight abs to his zipper. “All this time?”
As he pulled off his jeans, the full length of him all but sprung from his boxers. “Uh, yeah, Lacey. I think there’s your answer.”
She splayed her hands across his well-defined chest, and traced the rippling of his abs on a journey downward. She had longed to touch him like this for so long that she savored the experience. “I was afraid it was just me.” She touched him timidly first through the thin cotton of his boxers, then grabbed him more forcefully, gaining confidence at the feel of him fully erect in her hand.
He practically whimpered. “You’re killing me, lady,” he said in a strained voice as he ripped off his boxers.
Lacey found herself intimidated by the sight of him now, the perfect naked male form. A man who looked like Mick must be used to supermodel partners in bed. Certainly not barely-B cup real estate agents who go to the gym once every third full moon.
He must have detected her wariness as he undid the final button on her shirt and moved his attention to the red lace bra she had worn just for the occasion. His fingertips traced the outline of her nipples through the tantalizing lace. “So beautiful,” he said, their eyes meeting as he pulled away the lace and took her in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” she moaned in ecstasy, arching toward him as both breasts were freed from the tight lace. Sucking and caressing, his slick tongue moved in intricate patterns over her nipples. His mouth moved lower on a path down her belly, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Her vision suddenly foggy, she only heard the sound of her zipper lowering and felt him pull her pants gently from her legs.
He groaned, trying to maintain control as he saw the small red triangle of lace that greeted him. His hand journeyed to her butt and he smiled at the feel of his hands on nothing but flesh. “You wore a lace thong the entire plane trip for me? I’m indebted.”
She let out a small laugh. “It’s itchy on a long trip, too.”
“Let me help your itch then,” he said, kissing her mound as he pulled the tiny fabric from her.
Now lightheaded, her soft purr turned more to a cry while his fingers toyed with her, finding her moist and throbbing. His tongue teased her as the light graze of his teeth against her clit made her breath catch in her throat. “Please, Mick. Now.”
He gave only a slight shake of his head. “Payback, remember?” he said as he slipped a second finger into her moist heat.
No longer able to suppress the climax, her body spasmed, starting at her heated core and radiating outward in powerful waves, till even the tips of her fingers were alive with sensation. She threw her head back and cried out his name, wondering how she ever could have preferred a pint of Ben & Jerry’s to this.
Lacey thought her body might relax for a moment. But it didn’t, immediately climbing to new heights as Mick’s hands and mouth kneaded her, moving over her, up her, and down her again. She cried out again, almost in pain from her own uncontrollable need. She wanted him inside her desperately.
“I need you. Please, Mick. Now.”
At last, he gave in to his own lust, quickly reaching for a condom and then sliding into her, joining his passion with hers. He thrust inside her slowly at first, her own body adjusting to accommodate his size.
Nibbling on her breasts, his thrusts quickened against his own will, and he became even harder, causing her to cry out from the tantalizing pressure. Digging her fingers into him, she tugged on the maze of muscles on his back to pull him deeper into her.
Twisted in the sheets, they rolled to the other side of the bed—her on top, then him again, and one more roll that sent them tumbling to the ground.
Their bodies slick with moisture, eyes wild with raw need, Mick was on top again and Lacey’s body responded, climbing again to another peak. She met his rhythm, rocking her hips urgently, demanding satisfaction. She cried out a final time and felt her own release as he exploded inside of her.
Mick collapsed on top of her for a moment, and then moved them both to their sides, brushing a small lock of hair from Lacey’s eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.