It was pretty simple and made her wonder what his other relationships had been like. “Yes. Michael, people who care about each other, they don’t withhold time and affection to get what they want. I’m curious about what happened, but I believe you when you tell me it’s not about me. I won’t hold our evening hostage until you talk about something you really don’t want to talk about. So let’s go in and have a nice night since we’re going to be working all weekend.”
She would have a long talk with both he and Ty about what Nate had to say. She would do it over dinner so they knew what to watch out for, and then she would pray nothing happened because Michael had just gotten this job.
He got out of the SUV and before she could follow him, he was already around to her side, opening the door and holding out a hand to help her down.
She slid out and then gasped as Michael leaned over and picked her up. “What are you doing?”
“Processing,” he said, kicking the door closed. She heard the beep that let her know he’d locked the car down.
“Shouldn’t you grab your bag?”
He walked to the entrance and fumbled to find his key card, finally getting the door open. “I need you more than I need extra clothes. I can get them later.”
What had she said to turn him into a hungry beast? She kind of wanted to know because she could use it like a magic word when she needed some stress relief.
Then she stopped thinking that way because this was obviously more than stress relief for him. Something had happened, something she hoped Ty had helped him with, but it had impacted Michael emotionally. He needed her. It didn’t matter what it was, he needed her, and she was going to be there for him.
She held on as he got them to Ty’s apartment, managed to get the door open. Then she was on her feet as the door slammed closed, and Michael’s mouth came down on hers.
His hand twisted lightly in her hair, and he devoured her mouth.
Her whole body went hot as though his kiss had gone straight to her pussy. She could feel the way her body softened in some places and went righteously hard in others. Her nipples tightened almost painfully, and she could feel the way they rasped against the fabric of her bra.
She let her hands go around his waist, tugging at the bottom of his shirt because she was suddenly desperate to feel his warm skin against hers.
Michael’s arms came up, allowing her to drag the shirt over his head and toss it to the side before he pulled her close again. “I hated the fact that I didn’t think about you all day.” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean it that way. I meant sometimes all I think about is you. I like those days. I like the days when you’re the only thought in my head.”
He really could be sweet when he let down all the walls he’d built up around himself. “I did think about you all day. I thought about you and Ty and the fact that I’m supposed to wear that plug again tonight.”
His face lit with amusement, and he picked her up again. “Damn straight you are. You’re going to wear it so we can take you together. So we can be together the way we’re supposed to be. Do you have any idea how hot I get thinking about you wearing that plug so we can fuck your ass? I don’t even think about it as me doing it anymore. It’s us. Me and Ty. It feels right. I’m crazy about you, Lucy. Sometimes getting to see you was the only thing that kept me going, and now that I’ve had you I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be than in a bed with you, wrapped around you.”
He tossed her on the bed, and she watched as he kicked off his boots right before his hands went to the fly of his jeans and shoved them and his boxers off his muscular hips. Those notches made her mouth water almost as much as the sight of his cock.
She knew she should be getting out of her clothes, but he was so gorgeous she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She loved the contrast between her men. Where Ty was lean, Michael was broad, one sunny and the other holding all the bad boy sexiness she could handle.
Michael tossed his pants aside and stood over her, completely naked. Every inch of his body was muscular and stunning. She could believe the rumors that he’d been a linebacker during college and had dreamed of having a pro career.
Now she was the one dreaming about a future with him. She prayed it wasn’t a futile hope, but she shoved those thoughts aside now. Her insecurities had no place here. She’d promised to live in the now, and she meant to honor that vow. All she needed was him to be here with her, to be open in the moment.
She got to her knees and pulled her T-shirt over her head, eager to be flesh to flesh with him. Michael moved in, looming over her. He watched as she undid her bra and let it drop to the side.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He palmed a breast, his eyes hot on her. “You’re so much more than I dreamed you would be.”
And then it was like he couldn’t control himself a second more. He wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her up, balancing her against his strong chest. She was above his head, her hands on his shoulders as he pressed his mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple inside.
She held on as he nipped and sucked and licked her breasts, moving from one to the other. One of his hands went down to cup her ass through her jeans. She was caught against him, completely dependent on him for support, and there was something deliciously decadent about the position.
She looked down, watching as his tongue came out to circle her areola. He nipped her lightly, making her moan as the flicker of pain shot through her, heating her blood and making her want more.
He lowered her to the bed and she stared up at him, his cock jutting out from his body. She’d tasted that cock. She’d licked and sucked the head, gathering the pearly arousal she’d found there. She’d sucked his balls, lavishing affection on each in turn. He’d come in her mouth, and she’d swallowed him down.
He pulled her shoes off and then her socks before tugging her jeans down and off in a powerful move. Her underwear didn’t stand a chance against him. They were gone in a second and he was kneeling, spreading her legs wide. He breathed her in, the growl from the back of his throat dismissing any self-consciousness she might have had. She simply laid back and let him touch her with his fingers and his tongue. He licked her with a long swipe and then settled in, eating her pussy with the relish of a half-starved man at a banquet. She clutched the comforter, twisting it to stay in place while he swamped her with pure sensation. A big finger pushed inside her, stroking her as surely as his tongue moved against her clit.
He pushed her to the edge and when she thought she would go screaming over it, he stood.
Before she could complain, he was grabbing a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his dick. His balls were already drawn up tight against his body. He fell on her, pushing inside her in one long stroke.
He felt so good. He was big and thick, but her pussy was so slick. He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. The taste of her own arousal was right there in his kiss, like she’d become an essential part of him, something that changed him on a base level.
She held on as he started to thrust inside her, his hips finding a pulsing rhythm that she matched. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fought for every second of pleasure she could find. This felt primal and raw, a moment he needed from her to wash away the pains of the day, and she needed to give it to him.