“Michelle.” His voice got closer and her body got tighter.
He stood behind her, close enough for her to smell him. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be on his way to Granite Falls.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked again.
Michelle shuddered, released her grip on the towel, and with shaky fingers tried to straighten in on the rack. “I... I… um… Mrs. Hayes—”
A thrill of anticipation zapped up and down her spine when his hand closed around her shoulder. He turned her around then backed her into the glass wall of the shower. It was cold against her shoulders.
Afraid to look into his eyes, Michelle stared at the corded muscles of his chest straining against his blue shirt.
He put a finger under her chin and forced her to face him. Animal passion burned in his eyes and tightness settled into his sexy lips. “You trying to leave your scent for me, little kitty?” he drawled in a husky voice.
Michelle licked her lips then swallowed. Her body was on fire. She licked her lips again.
With his eyes glued to her face, he nudged a knee between her legs, urging them apart, then he bent down, looped his arms in the inside of her thighs and effortlessly picked her up.#p#分页标题#e#
Michelle grabbed his arms as he spread-eagled her then leaned in, curving his body into hers. She was wearing shorts and she looked over his shoulder to see her bare legs dangling in the air, her red-painted toes curling in expectation.
He thrust forward, slamming her against the shower wall. Hard. The glass shook so violently, she thought it would shatter.
“Is this what you want, Michelle?” he whispered in a ragged, tormented voice. “You want to feel me deep inside you?”
A gasp escaped her at the hard ridge of his penis pressing against her moist center. The inner walls of her vagina tightened into a painful ball of quivering flesh. Her legs trembled and blood pounded against her temples. She had hungered too much from the memory of his mouth on hers, the intense suckling of her aching beasts, the possessiveness of his touch, the perfect fit of his hard body against hers, and the shattering release he had brought her to in Granite Falls. But this time, she wanted more than his fingers. She wanted his...
“Yes, this is what I want, Erik. I want to feel you buried deep inside me.”
He groaned, long and hard. “Okay, then. Let’s give you want you want, right now.” He gathered her close then stumbled out of the bathroom, through the dressing area and into the bedroom.
He placed her on the unmade bed then came down on top of her. His potent arousal pressed urgently against the softness between her thighs, causing a throbbing sensation deep within her core Michelle had never felt before. He captured her hands in one of his and pinned them to the mattress above her head. As his other hand reached under her shirt to cup and massage one breast then the other, he dipped his head and captured her mouth, forcing her lips apart with his tongue. Michelle tangled her legs about his and surrendered on a moan as he kissed her deeply and sweetly.
Somewhere, she heard a deep growl, followed by a mild swear, then he was off her, and sitting on the edge of the bed. Michelle’s entire world crumbled as a truckload of rejection slammed into her chest. He didn’t want her. Too stunned to speak, and too numb to move, she curled up in the bed and squeezed her lids, trying to stop the tears stinging her eyes.
Erik planted his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. It was the house, this bedroom he’d shared with Cassie and her moral values. He felt like a caged tiger, wanting to break free and roam the jungle in search of a mate.
Since he’d returned from Granite Falls, he’d lain in this bed and imagined Michelle under him, on top of him, next to him, night after night. Her woman’s scent had stained his brain. Her mewling sex sounds were stamped in his heart. He’d taken cold showers in the bathroom where she’d just been laying her scent like a cat in heat that wanted to make damned sure her male recognized and followed her smell. She was in his bed, and he couldn’t take her, hard and ready as he was.
“I have to pick up Precious from that birthday party.” Michelle said. “So it’s just as well we didn’t—”
Erik turned and looked at her. She was sitting up in the bed, staring at him. He saw the rejection, the disappointment in her black eyes. “It’s not you,” he said.
She snorted. “I’m the only one here.”
“It’s the bed.” He threw her a crooked smile.
“What’s the real reason you stopped?” she asked, her voice filled with frustration. “You keep leading me on. I can’t take any more teasing, Erik. Is it really because of this bed you shared with Cassie?”