He sat next to her. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
She rubbed her temple. “I haven’t decided yet.” She knew he’d wowed her because he was way more complex than she’d given him credit for.
He pulled her onto his lap. “When you decide, let me know. In the meantime, I want to tell you how much I missed you this week.”
Just being close to him set her nerve endings firing, waking up all the female parts of her that had missed him, that craved his touch. The logical part of her, on the other hand, just knew this was a bad idea, especially since they were sitting on her bed. But she couldn’t get her damn body to listen to the signals from her brain that told her to get up. Instead, she wound her arms around his neck and snaked her fingers into the thick softness of his hair. “You missed me?”
“Yeah. If I’d had your number, I’d have called you.”
“I’m glad I gave you my number, then.”
“I missed being able to talk to you.”
“I like talking to you, too.” That was the truth. He made her laugh. He was smart and wicked funny. He was interested in her, in who she was as a person, not just as someone to have sex with. Men like him were so rare.
He rolled her onto the bed. “I thought a lot about kissing you.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.” He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue diving inside and taking her breath away, making her forget everything except his taste, his scent, the feel of his hard body next to hers. She slung her leg around his hip and brought him closer, already wet and needy as a hey-I-missed-you kind of kiss became something deeper, more passionate. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid her hand inside, pressing her palm against his hot abdomen, needing to touch his skin, to feel his pulse beating against her hand.
Mick rolled her over onto her back, his body on top of hers as he moved his lips from her mouth to her jaw, his tongue sliding to her neck. She shivered as he applied suction there.
“That makes my nipples hard.”
He pulled her tank top up. “Does it? Let’s see.”
He jerked her bra up over her breasts, smiled up at her, and covered one nipple with his mouth. She arched against the wet heat and the way he gently sucked her nipples.
Yeah, she’d missed him a lot. And now that he was here, she had a sudden quaking need to feel him inside her.
“Mick, please. Fuck me.”
Instead, he popped the button of her jeans and unzipped them, then kissed his way down her belly.
Tara gripped the comforter with both hands, her entire body taut with tension and need as he dragged her jeans and panties down her legs. He spread her legs and crawled between them, draping them over his shoulders and planting his mouth over her sex.
“Did you touch yourself this week?” he asked, looking up at her.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Too busy.”
“You should never be too busy to come, Tara.”
“I need to come now.” She reached down and slid her fingers into the softness of his hair.
“I like that you haven’t come since you were with me.” He kissed her thigh, then put his mouth on her.
“Ohhhh” was all she could manage as he licked the length of her sex, his tongue and lips finding her clit. She was so ready for an orgasm she arched against him, leaning forward to touch him, to watch as he licked her, sucked her, slid his tongue inside her, and did every possible thing he could to take her right over the edge. He swirled his tongue over the most sensitive spot, relentless in taking her right there only to ease off until she was panting and begging to come.
And when she tugged at his hair, he fit his mouth around her and rolled his tongue flat and gave her just what she needed.
“Yes. I’m coming.” She pushed her * against his face and he held her hips while she came in hot, sweet waves that rolled over and over, stopping her breath. And when she fell to the mattress he was right there, climbing up her body to kiss her, to let her taste the sweetness of her own pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him and licked his lips and chin, taking one hand down his body to palm his cock.
“Now fuck me. Hurry.”
He pulled a condom out and flipped her over the edge of the bed onto her stomach. He entered her hard and fast, and she gasped, chills breaking out on her skin.
She rose up, and Mick smoothed his hands down her back as he eased out and thrust inside her again. He leaned over and swept her hair to the side, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.
“You’re wet. Do you know how wet and tight and hot you are?”