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I didn’t have any trouble imagining what those things were. I wanted to do more than a couple of things, but I thought I could start with a kiss. His lips looked warm and inviting, capable of taking me places I had never been before. I was dying to get out of the bar and into his arms. I looked to Macy to see if she could continue the magic she had worked all night.
Macy didn’t rescue me. Instead, Mike reached across the table and took my hand. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” I said. My entire body was wound up so tight, if I didn’t have sex soon, I felt like I was going to die. He was the cause and the cure. I couldn’t believe our luck at landing such a perfect specimen on my first visit to this little bar. I had never had such chemistry in Austin. Even with my ex-boyfriends, the chemistry was never this heated. Small-town magic truly was… magic. Mike’s hand against my hand whispered intimate secrets, promising gentle but insistent foreplay. I squirmed in my seat as Macy got up to let us pass.
“I’m going home,” my cousin said, giving me a quick hug. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Don’t wait up,” I said.
Macy gave me her best secret, not secret, winning smile. Mike and I didn’t wait, leaving the bar hand in hand.
“This is me.” He pointed to an older truck.
We climbed in, and for an achingly long five minutes, we drove out away from the main street, through fields to the commercial lumberyard.
“I thought you worked at the lumberyard,” I said.
“I work here, and I live here,” he said, killing the engine.
We parked in a driveway with two other cars, and when he helped me out of the cab, he motioned away from the main door to a set of stairs over the garage.
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.
He was still holding my hand, leading me as if I were a fairy princess ascending to a ballroom. “Full disclosure, I’ve never brought a woman back here before. Yes, I live with my parents, but did I mention I’m getting out of here as soon as I can?”
“I’m not gonna judge you for being close to your parents.” How could I? Every minute of every day, I wished mine were still alive.
We arrived at a little platform at the top of the stairs. He dropped my hand and fished in his pocket for keys. I couldn’t help but notice that there was something a lot larger than keys in his pants. He opened the door and bowed, like a proper gentleman. I curtseyed, giggling. As soon as we stepped through the door, the whole atmosphere changed.
Gone was the friendly conversationalist, and in its place was a ravenous wolf. Mike scooped me up without giving me a chance to set down my purse. He pivoted and set me down on a desk, on top of a folded computer. I had a momentary urge to push the thing out from under me. I was too polite to destroy his laptop in an act of compulsive lovemaking, but he didn’t seem to care.
He locked his lips onto mine, gently nursing the bad girl in me to life. I closed my eyes as I felt rough palms press against my cheeks. He tasted like cheap beer and tequila and smelled like cologne. It was all man, assaulting my senses and making me want more. I licked softly at first, then more insistently as he pressed me back into the wall. It was all so naughty and all felt so wrong, but I was loving every second of it.
It was as if we were both drowning, gasping for air, and the only lifeline was our kiss. All thoughts of Austin, my parents, and my ex-boyfriend fled from my mind. I refused to let my misery take over. There was only this moment, this apartment, and this man. I struggled to regain some control, to do to him what he was doing to me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand, running the other down his chest to the treasure trove waiting below his belt.
He didn’t stop me, and he didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he slid one hand under my ass and pulled my hips forward. My hand was trapped between us, and I couldn’t reach what it was I wanted to touch. I slipped it out and around to stroke his shoulders above the shirt, hating all the fabric between us.
He finally pulled away, his eyes on fire with lust. He picked up one of my feet, tilting my balance and forcing me to sit back atop the desk. He slid my shoe off with all the fanfare of a Cinderella prince. I laughed, but the laugh became a moan when he touched his lips to my knee and began kissing up my thigh. He was getting closer and closer to the center of my being, inch by inch lighting a fuse that raced towards detonation. When he had come close enough to see my underwear, he stopped, picked up the next leg, and began his journey again.
I had thought this would be a quick one-and-done, a frantic mating in the back seat. Here he was taking his time, playing with me as if I were a piano and he a musician. He came within kissing distance of my core and stopped again, straightening to plant one single kiss on my lips. I didn’t know how to react. My breath was heavy.
He didn’t linger. In one practiced motion, he hooked two fingers under the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. Suddenly, I felt released. I was not merely the instrument but also a player. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off him and throwing it away. His chest was as magnificent as I had thought it would be, solid as a wall and smooth as his shoulders. I ran my hands down the length of it, entranced.
He took the opportunity to relieve me of my bra without fumbling or laughing. I could tell he had done this before by how skillfully it went off. Now we were both naked from the waist up, standing just inches away, admiring the view. He had an eyeful of my breasts, and I gorged myself on the trail of soft curls that began at his navel and led all the way down.
I reached for his belt, but he stopped me. Reaching all the way around, he cupped my backside and ground me against his crotch. My womanhood could feel his erection sitting right where I needed it to be. He lifted me from the desk, pivoted, and then threw me down. All at once, I was on his bed, my legs splayed wide, wearing only panties. Being overwhelmed by anticipation and desire, I felt the pit in my stomach, riddled with anxiety.
I watched as he slowly undid his belt, standing above me, looking down. He was all power and masculinity, ready to bare himself for my pleasure. I drank in his movements with greedy eyes as he slid the jeans off and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang to attention, suddenly freed from its constraints. It was larger than it had looked before, stiff and dark in anticipation of my consent.
I reached down to remove the last vestige of fabric between us, but he firmly pushed my hands away. Instead, he touched my hips, his fingers burning through my skin. With the concentration of an artist painting a masterpiece, he drew the cloth down my legs, finally sliding it free and discarding it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Every second that stood between me and my release irritated me. To see him standing naked before me, the view was magical. Climbing down to lie above me, he moved slowly, as if to savor every instance. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.
He ignored my unspoken request, turning his attention to one of my throbbing nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, on his hands and knees above me. I arched up into him, the sensation in my chest almost a match for the desire in my loins. I closed my eyes, unable to bear it anymore. He was too tender—he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.
I felt one hand grasp my hip, sliding across acres of skin to sink between my legs and touch the burning ember that lay there. I opened up to him, felt his fingers part my folds and sink down to the pleasure button. It felt so good that I forgot everything, even the dull pounding of need. The moment had arrived. I let it carry me away on an ocean of bliss. He pushed his finger inside me, and I almost erupted around him. Moving in and out, he lightly feathered my clit at the same time. When my eyes flew open under the pressure, I found him grinning wickedly, like a devil who knew he was driving me insane.
“Mike,” I gasped, pleased with myself for finding the right name in the wreck he was making of my mind.
He obeyed my fervent command, sliding his finger free and positioning his knees between my knees. He reached down to cup himself, sliding the hand slick with my moisture along his shaft to lubricated himself. I held my breath. It was all so hot that I thought I would faint with pleasure. He lowered himself with the patience of a predator, guiding his tool towards my opening. I gasped when I felt him push against me, the head so round it caressed every surface simultaneously. He dove in slowly, filling me up, sending me soaring through the ceiling and out into the night sky.
