He moved forward, running his hand along the back of the couch.
Visions of our one single night together started to filter through my brain, and I barely restrained the urge to cross my legs to try to circumvent the throb between my legs.
“You’ll have a job to go back to,” Michael told me. “As for your shoes, those are in my truck in the backseat. You took them off last night and forgot to take them in with you. Which was what I was bringing back to you when you stole my truck.”
I laughed.
That man! How freakin’ funny he was!
“That would’ve saved me a lot of time and heartache,” I told him. “Why didn’t you just text me?” I asked.
“You told me to lose your number, remember? Since I’d never memorized it, and you deleted it from my phone, I didn’t have it. Unless I wanted to call Nico, and today was his day to take a standardized test with the department, athough it was canceled, thank God. So I wouldn’t have been able to do that. So I brought them to you instead,” he explained, his eyes eating me up.
I sighed.
Turning to my kitchen, I put my bag down on the table and went to the fridge to grab my lunch, which I’d forgotten and shoved it into my bag.
“Well I guess you didn’t have to bring me all the way home then. I’ll just have to go change my clothes now because I feel like I swam in a cesspool after being in the back of Nico’s cop car,” I said, heading to my bedroom.
Stripping my shirt off on the way, I tossed it to the floor of my bedroom and went to my closet for a new one.
I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my pants down my hips when I felt a pair of hands settle on either hip.
“I’m pretty sure that I should’ve stayed in the living room,” he whispered against the back of my neck.
Tingles started to run down my spine, and this time I didn’t try to stop my thighs from rubbing together.
Just the sound of the man’s husky voice had me replaying our one night, remembering what it felt like to have him inside of me. The way his rough hands felt against the sensitive skin of my breasts.
The way his beard tickled the lips of my sex as he pulled his cock from me and ate me to completion right before slamming back inside of me and coming hard in two rough strokes.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly, widening my legs when his hand started to move between my thighs.
“Because you’re about to be even later.”
Chapter 7
You’re too short to be that full of shit.
-Michael to Nikki
Nikki
I gasped in surprise when he spun me around and moved forward until my back met the shirts I had hanging in my closet.
Hangers screeched in protest as our bodies forced them to press against the wall.
One of my hands went around Michael’s shoulders as the other went to the pole currently holding up every shirt I owned.
“I’m gonna be picking these up later,” I gasped right before Michael’s mouth met mine.
I moaned as his tongue swept inside, rubbing teasingly along mine as he forced his mouth down harder on my own.
When I felt his hands move between us, I lifted my hips slightly, allowing my aching core to rub against his hard abs as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles.
I gasped when he took hold of my hips and forced them back down.
His cock ground against my panty clad *, and I couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips as pleasure ripped through me at the simple touch.
“Michael,” I gasped, throwing my head back to pillow in my shirts.
His mouth skimmed along my collarbone, and moved down until his lips glided over the swell of my breast.
I had on a modest white bra that was the single one that I found comfortable to wear all day while working, and I was fairly sure it probably wasn’t what one would call attractive.