Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I could have made her wait, but… it felt cruel to deny her when she needed it so badly, when she was so close to orgasm.
So I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked hard, curling my tongue right up underneath it.
Stevie came with a sharp, harsh cry of my name, and nothing had ever sounded sweeter to me in the world.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Stevie
I had never imagined that sex could be so passionate, so… so torrid, just like out of those ridiculous Harlequin novels I had always derided when Brooke had tried to get me to read them.
But this…this was like being ravished. It was being worshipped. Michael kissed all over my body like he would die if he didn’t, and I had absolutely no objections. I had missed him so fucking much and now he was here in front of me and it was like the world was color again, like I could feel things properly once more. Everything was so sharp, so real, it felt like up until now I had been living in some horrible nightmare.
He went down on me like he was eating the best dessert ever, and I was helpless to do anything but moan and beg for him. He was so good at what he did, knowing exactly how to touch me, how to make me desperate, how to send me over that peak. I was soaking by the time he was finished with me, and it felt like my blood had been turned into hot, golden liquid. I was a being made of pure ecstasy, and all I could do was ride the wave of it.
It was so hot, so very sexy—but more than how it made me feel physically, it made me feel… beautiful. Worshipped. Like he wanted nothing more than to touch me like this, and to make me feel gorgeous, valued, euphoric. Like nothing less than that would satisfy him.
Michael crawled up my body as I gasped through the aftershocks of my orgasm, my legs shaking. He grinned at me like the cat that had eaten a dozen canaries.
I grabbed him, spreading my legs further, and wrapped my hand around his cock. Michael groaned as I stroked him, felt the delicious weight of him in my palm.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me properly, Michael, please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied, his voice a purr as he bent down to kiss me.
Feeling him slide into me again felt so damn good my eyes nearly rolled back into my head. Nothing could compare to this, nothing could substitute it. I never wanted to go without this, without him, ever again.
I could feel Michael trying to go slowly, to savor it, or perhaps because he was worried about hurting me. I kissed along his jaw. “You can’t hurt me,” I promised. “Fuck me however you want. I’m yours.”
Michael tugged on my hair in that rough, sharp way that I liked, sucking at my neck like he was determined to cover it with a necklace of bruises, a series of marks to let everyone know I was his. I loved it, thrilled at it.
His strokes became harder, longer, deeper. It wasn’t frantic or harsh, but I felt like I was being claimed. Like he was permanently making himself a part of me, getting so deep into me that we could never be separated again.
God, I hoped that was true. I never wanted to leave his side, not ever.
I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed again, our tongues sliding together, our bodies rocking up into each other, all of us in harmony together. It was like we weren’t two people anymore but one being, something more, melding, as close as two people could possibly become. I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began, or vice versa, and I loved it that way. I never wanted it to end.
When at last we came, shuddering, it was together.
As perfect as that was, though… there was still one more thing that had to be taken care of.
We cleaned up, and lay in bed, my head on his chest and his arms around me, and it felt like nothing in the world mattered so much as this.
But I knew that I couldn’t move forward until I had told him the truth. And I could only hope that he would be pleased. I thought that he would, after all that he had offered but…well, I was still nervous. But there was nothing else for it. We couldn’t continue under a lie.
I had to tell him about the baby.
I knew that I should’ve said it sooner. I should have told him the moment that I wanted to kiss him. No, before that, I should’ve told him the moment that he’d made it clear that he would take care of the baby no matter what. But I’d just been so swept up in the moment, in reuniting with him…