Mia woke to the sound of beeping and opened her eyes to find Michael smiling at her. He reached across her and grabbed his phone from under Clancy’s paw and silenced the alarm.
She stretched and reveled in the exquisite soreness of her limbs and everywhere in between. “Is it time to get ready?” she asked, rolling on to her side to give Clancy a good morning pat.
Michael wrapped around her from behind and slid his hand down her side, and to her amazement, her body reacted as it had every time he’d touched her the night before, with a flush of heat and wetness. She would never tire of this man.
“Not yet. That was the wake-up-in-time-to-make-love-then-walk-the-dog alarm.” He cupped her breast, causing her nipple to pebble as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across it then rose up on an elbow to run his tongue over the stiff peak.
“No two-to-one this morning.”
“You didn’t mind it last night.” He circled her other nipple and gave it a playful nip. She squealed and he grinned, flashing those adorable dimples. She loved his smile.
She loved him.
“Neither did you, if I recall,” she teased.
The second time they’d made love—or third counting the luggage closet, he’d shouted her name…of course she’d shouted his at least four times by then… maybe five. But still, he’d finally lost control. And it was wonderful.
“Tell me something about yourself I don’t know,” she said, skimming her fingers over his bicep, knowing full well that, even given a lifetime, she would probably never know everything about this complex man.
“You first.” He rolled onto his back.
“Oh, no. You’re not getting off that easy. You did that when I asked you what you really want in life. And then you never answered.”
He rolled to face her. “Okay. Something you don’t know…”
She held her breath.
He brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “I have never spent the whole night with a woman before. This is the first time.”
“Are you serious?”
“First time ever.”
She was a first. Her heart flipped over in her chest, thrilled at the prospect. “How is that possible? All those women in the pictures.”
“Control. They come to me and I control the situation. They leave before anyone goes to sleep.” He tapped her nose playfully. “Sometimes my neighbor drove them out early with loud, obnoxious music.”
She laughed. “I actually have playlists specifically for that purpose: Cockblocker Number 1, Cockblocker Number 2, and Nuclear Cockblocker.”
He laughed and rolled her on top of him. “I’m unblockable now. With you, anyway.” He positioned her right on top of his erection and pulled her back and forth along it, the friction shooting heat from where they met all the way to her fingers and toes. The pressure and texture hit just the right spot as she slid along his length, and she changed her angle and picked up the pace. “My, God, you are beautiful,” he said. “I love watching you.”
As she neared that edge, her whole body cried out for him. Being watched wasn’t enough. She needed to be filled. Completely claimed and possessed by this man. Last night had been like a dream. She wasn’t ready to wake up to reality yet.
“I need you inside me.”
He looked over at Clancy. “Hey, give us a little privacy, will you, big guy?”
“Go on, Clancy Pants.”
And soon, Mia and Michael had the bed to themselves and he was buried deep inside her. And once her soreness had been overpowered by pleasure, he helped her achieve a rhythm that had her nearly frantic with need, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him.
She took a deep breath as the pressure built almost to the point of pain. Being with him was too much and not enough at the same time. He reached up and caressed her breasts as she continued in long, hard strokes, his eyes never leaving her face, as if he were memorizing it.
She had told herself that she would have been satisfied with this one weekend with him, but she knew that had been a lie. It would never be enough. And he wanted more. He wanted her to live with him. To share his bed every night.
The connection between them was deep and real. She closed her eyes and felt her orgasm build like a spring being wound tight. She shortened and quickened her strokes.
“You never told me the thing about you I don’t know,” he grated out between his teeth.
She opened her eyes and he put his hand where their bodies met and stroked her as she ground down harder.
“I…”
And the spring wound even tighter.
“Love…”
And tighter still.
“I love you, Michael!” She shouted as stars exploded behind her eyelids and wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her body and he strained silently under her, joining her until they both went limp and lay tangled up together exhausted and utterly sated.
“That didn’t count,” he said as she snuggled in beside him.
“Why not?”
He pulled her even closer and whispered in her ear, “I already knew that.”