Page 18 of Their Stormy Reunion

I was breathing so hard, I could only push out one word. “Same.”

Michael gave me his wicked grin. The grin that always hit me between my legs, no matter where we were, or who we were with.

“Let me go. Please,” I begged. “I need to touch you.”

He did.

I tugged at his head, trying to pull him down for another kiss, but he didn’t budge.

“Michael—”

“Uh-uh. I want to play.”

“So do I.”

His hands moved around my torso and unhooked my bra, then lowered the straps down my arms. He lifted me up and soon my bra, dress, and panties were somewhere on the floor.

I shivered. It felt weird, with me being naked while he still had all of his clothes on. He rolled to his side. His hand began to trail lazy patterns all over my body. He’d start at my jaw, then traced a line down my throat down to my chest, and around my breast, ignoring my nipple, before making a languid trip down my stomach. He circled and circled and circled my belly button, until I was panting with need. I lifted up, wanting more. Needing him to move his fingers down. Down to my sex.

Michael chuckled.

“I don’t like this game,” I grumbled.

“I love touching you, Fallon.”

Finally, his fingers moved, spearing through my curls and parting the lips of my sex.

“So wet for me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

I spread my legs, eager for him to deepen his caress.

He slicked my juices around my clit, playing me like a virtuoso would play their favorite musical instrument.

I moaned, pretty sure I pleaded for more. God only knew what I was saying. What I was begging for.

Michael chuckled. Two of his thick fingers speared inside of me, and I exploded. My world contracted to one precious point before expanding to encompass the entire universe. Stars flew by me, each one the color of Michael’s eyes.

I felt him lift away from me.

“No! Don’t leave me. I need you inside me.”

He chuckled. “That was the plan.”

Chapter Five

“Hey, Mom, how’s my best girl?” I asked as I walked up the steps to the wide porch. I watched as her brown eyes lit up.

“Give me some sugar,” she said as she held out her arms for a hug.

Grinning, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek. After having just seen Isla Vickers it was amazing to think that my mom was close in age to her. She was so vibrant, she reminded me more of Fallon. Of course my mom wasn’t ready to kick my ass and bury me in the back yard.

“What has you grinning?”

“Nothing much. Just glad to see you.” I put my arm around her and opened the storm door to usher her inside.

“So, it doesn’t have anything to do with Fallon Vickers being back in town?”