Champagne Cravings (14 page)

His gaze remained locked with mine as he walked me backward
toward the entryway table. Clasping my waist with his big hands, he hoisted me
up until I was perched on the polished wood. As he slowly unbuttoned his fly,
he asked, “Where do I send the ‘Thank You’ flowers to Biel McKinley?”

I laughed again. “Thought you wanted to pop her in the nose,
Neanderthal.”

He retrieved his wallet from his back pocket and set it next
to me before stripping down.

In a heartbeat, my mind went blank. “Jesus,” I mumbled. “You
could be significantly less amazing and still rock my world.”

Giving me a wild look, he said, “Honestly, I’m starting to
think you’ve been possessed by aliens.”

“Oh shut up,” I said in a teasing voice. Though I had to
admit, “There is something incredibly liberating about saying what I’ve felt
for the past three years, but was too paranoid to own up to.”

Mike said, “That’s exactly how I felt on Thursday night. And
then again on Friday. I didn’t mean to tell you all that stuff, but once I got
started…” He shook his head. “It just seemed like I really would be an asshole
if I didn’t let it all out.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling the same way this evening.
“But…slight problem.”

“What?”

I’d just realized I hadn’t been with a man in three years.
Which meant, “No condom.”

With a grin, he flipped open his eelskin wallet and
extracted two foil packets. “They’ve had your name written on them for some
time now.”

“How romantic,” I deadpanned.

He chuckled. “A guy can hope, can’t he?”

“So can a girl,” I conceded. Because I really and truly
hoped we were onto something here.

I brushed my fingers over his cheek and up his temple, then
wove them through his lush hair. Mike’s eyes darkened in color and his
expression changed from playful to serious.

He said, “I really, really want you, Lace.”

His hands gripped my waist as he leaned in for a kiss. Then
they inched upward until he palmed my breasts, giving the bare mounds a gentle
squeeze before his thumbs swept over my hard nipples.

When our kiss ended, I reached for a condom and tore the
packet open. I had him sheathed in a heartbeat, and then I said, “Let’s do
this. Let’s
really
do it.”

I knew he’d understand that I was finally going for it.
Finally taking that leap of faith. Rather than just asking him to fuck me, as
I’d done the past few nights, but telling him I wanted this to mean something.
This had the potential to be so much more than scratching an itch, if we both
gave ourselves over to the feelings we shared. It could be more than two people
hot for each other getting it on. It could be what I’d waited my entire adult
lifetime for…and something Mike seemed to have waited for too.

One of his hands cupped my cheek, his thumb slowly brushing
back and forth. “I am so crazy about you.”

“Ditto.”

With a slight nod, he leaned forward and kissed me. His
tongue tangled with mine, teasing me and heightening my arousal. While my body
went up in flames over his searing kiss, he lifted one of my legs and pressed
the back of my thigh against his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around me at the
waist as the head of his cock nudged my opening.

I was, of course, deliriously happy to be on the verge of
having sex after three years. But thinking of it, instead, in Mike’s terms, I
was thrilled beyond belief he was the one about to make love to me.

With his other hand on my breast, caressing the mound, he
pushed halfway into me. I tore my mouth from his as the erotic sensations shot
through me.

“Oh God.” My head fell back for a second and my eyes closed
as I processed how wonderful it felt to
finally
have that void inside me
filled. But then I remembered what he’d said about making love with the lights
on and our eyes open and I returned my gaze to him.

His jaw was set in a hard line, not in his usual
contemplative or agitated way, but in a sexy way that told me he was having a
hell of a time holding back.

“I want to feel every inch of you,” I told him. “Deep inside
me.”

He groaned. His lips grazed my temple and then my cheek as
he slowly moved inside me, pushing farther as our hips rocked to the same
sensual tempo. He kissed me again and I twined my fingers with strands of his
silky hair.

I understood why the back of my knee was draped over his
shoulder, my thigh between us. He was magnificently built in
all
areas.
He wasn’t even fully buried in my cunt, but he was already stretching and
filling me in a way neither Chase nor Brandon ever had. In fact, even with his
restraint, Mike felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I broke our kiss and simply said, “More.”

A low grunt fell from his lips. He thrust deeply and I
nearly screamed.

“Yes,” I said on a sharp breath.

His strokes were long and full, hitting all the right spots
while we still moved together in a slow, sultry rhythm. His lips eased over my
neck, his tongue teasing, his teeth gently nipping. Then his mouth replaced his
hand on my breast and he suckled my hard nipple.

I was drowning in sexual bliss. Swept away by how sweet and
sexily he made love to me. It was provocative and engaging. Heated and
passionate, yet quietly titillating as he lifted his head from my breast and
stared deep into my eyes.

He didn’t need to say a word. I knew I was tight and wet. I
could feel that for myself. I knew he was as turned-on as I was. I could see it
in his dark and hypnotic gaze. I didn’t need any sort of reassurance or any
dirty talk to know we were perfect together.

And it didn’t take long for me to reach that beautiful
pinnacle of desire.

His confident strokes pushed me higher and higher until my
breath caught, and then every sensation inside me collided and exploded in the
most spectacular way. My mouth gaped and my eyes remained locked with his.
There really wasn’t anything I could say at that moment, because a dozen
emotions seeped through my veins, warming my heart as my pussy milked his cock.
I couldn’t sift through them all, though I knew Mike inside me was the most
amazing feeling in the world. I was beyond euphoric. I was in heaven.

The vibrancy he sparked in my soul was equally stirring. The
combination was unsurpassable.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. He released my thigh and
sank fully into me, a strained sound escaping his mouth.

“Michael,” I whispered against his neck, making my point the
way he always did when he called me Lacey instead of Lace.

I gripped his hips with my legs and reveled in the feeling
of him, pumping steadily, sensuously. He held me in a tight embrace, my breasts
pressed to his chest.

“Nothing is better than feeling you come with my cock inside
you, sweetheart.”

I shivered. “What about you coming inside me? I want to feel
that.”

He groaned. “I am so close. You are so incredible.”

Squeezing him tight with my inner muscles, I said, “Let go.
I want to feel your body tremble and hear you call my name.”

Our bodies continued to move together, with a slightly
faster pace. I lifted my head from his shoulder and we gazed at each other
again.

His sculpted face reflected the tension building within him.
Passion and adoration flashed in his eyes. I swept back a lock of unruly black
hair from his forehead and then pressed my palm against the side of his face.
Our breathing had escalated, but was perfectly in-sync.

“Come,” I murmured. “With me.”

He kissed me. It was possessive and lustful and electric.

When he broke the kiss, he held me even more firmly and
whispered, “Lace. You are everything to me.”

And then his body convulsed and I felt his cock surge and
pulse deep within me as he erupted. The sensation was so powerful, another
orgasm rippled through me. Intense, yet strangely languorous. As if my body,
heart and soul had just reconciled something significant and wanted me to savor
it.

I did. Though in the back of my head, Mike’s words repeated
over and over again.

It Wasn’t Me. I Swear.

Mike withdrew slowly from me, sending a flurry of sensation
through me again. I laughed. He crooked a brow at me.

“Something amuses you?”

With a smile I knew was giddy—because I truly was
deliriously happy—I said, “Every little touch makes me shiver with delight.”

The brow dropped. “Oh. That’s better.”

I kissed him and then told him, “You were so right about
this. I felt things I’ve never felt before. Intensely erotic and emotional
things… Jesus. That was sensational.”

He scooped me up in his arms, lifting me off the table, but
not before I snatched the other condom from it.

Mike carried me into my bedroom and set me on my mattress.
Then he disappeared into the bathroom as I dropped the foil packet on my
nightstand. I settled under the covers, pulling back the ones on the opposite
side for him.

When he returned and slipped between the sheets, I was all
over him. I couldn’t help myself.

Rolling on top of him, I left kisses all over his hunky
chest and abs and then kissed his lips. Staring down at him, I said, “You may
be a first-timer with this making love stuff, but you’re an instant A-plus.”

His big hands plowed through my hair, pushing the strands
away from my face and off my shoulders. He wore a serious expression as he
asked, “What about that thing I said?”

My stomach flipped. My heart fluttered. “What girl wouldn’t
want to hear that from a guy like you?”

He let out a long breath. “I didn’t mean to lay that on you,
Lace.”

My fluttering heart stammered. “So you didn’t mean it?”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Oh I meant it. And I’m not
taking it back. I just…wasn’t intentionally trying to overwhelm you.”

I folded my forearms on top of his wide chest and rested my
chin on the back of one of my wrists, still gazing at him. I was sprawled
across his massive torso, our legs tangled together in the sheets.

“I am a little shocked,” I admitted. “But not wigging out.
Well, yeah, maybe a little bit. But I’m too excited about how spectacular we
are together to overanalyze what you said.”

It was like his use of the “L” word in the note he’d written
me. I’d had to consider the true intent of it and had quickly realized it was a
common sign-off he’d felt comfortable enough with me to use. I thought the same
of him telling me I was everything to him. He’d been in the throes of passion,
after all. And we’d both been amped up because of the emotional aspect of our
lovemaking. So I knew to take it with a grain of salt.

I said, “Don’t worry about it, really. It’s all good.”

Honestly, I was flying too high from a brilliant sexual
release and a visceral connection I’d never achieved before that I wasn’t going
to hold him to anything he said while he came inside me.

Nor was I done with him for the evening. We still had
another condom.

I pushed myself up and straddled his lap, forcing him to
release my hair. The long locks fell over my shoulders and cascaded down my
back.

Mike sucked in a breath as his hands clasped my hips. “Damn,
you are seriously beautiful.”

I smiled down at him. “Enough to arouse you again?”

He sat up suddenly and snaked his arms around my waist. “And
again and again and again…”

“Oh good. Because the floodgates are open. And you feel
ridiculously good inside me.”

He kissed me, the depth of his emotion evident. He made me
feel free to share all the things I’d kept bottled inside me. He made me feel
free to share true intimacy with him.

He eased back against to the mountain of pillows propped
along my headboard, bringing me with him. Then he rolled over, pinning me under
his hard body. His hands roamed every inch of me and his mouth followed suit.
My flesh quivered everywhere he touched me and I was wet in a heartbeat. His
fingers grazed my pussy lips, rubbing languidly back and forth. I was restless
as my hips lifted, silently demanding more.

Of course, he didn’t disappoint. He pressed the pads of two
fingers against my clit and massaged it in his leisurely way. He was so good at
the slow build. Liquid fire crept through my veins as my heart picked up a few
extra, erratic beats.

The fingers on the swollen knot of nerves between my legs
slid into my pussy, jolting my body. I gasped as fire roared through me. His
thumb rubbed my clit, a bit more aggressively now, as his fingers pumped in and
out of me.

At the same time, his tongue flicked my pebbled nipple, then
the other. As he sucked the tight peak into his mouth, his teeth lightly
scraping it, I let out a small cry.

My back arched, offering him more. My pelvis rolled, my hips
undulated. Greedy of me, but I couldn’t get enough of him.

I ran my hands over his rigid biceps, up to his broad
shoulders and then down his wide chest, my fingernails scraping his nipples and
making him groan. One of my hands slid around to his back, and then lower to
his ass. I cupped a cheek and squeezed. In turn, his fingers in my pussy
plunged deep, pulled almost all the way out and then plunged again. Quick and
determined.

On a ragged breath, I told him, “I’m going to come.”

“All over my fingers. Do it.” His tone was dark, his voice
strained.

He worked me faster, harder. And then everything inside me
swelled and burst and I called out his name.

Apparently he was pretty hot for me, because he was already
hard and reaching for the condom while I was still gasping for air. He had the
latex rolled down his thick shaft in seconds and then he thrust into me,
burying himself deep.

I loved it. He lifted my leg and slung it over his hips. His
mouth was on my throat, kissing and suckling and driving me wild.

He whispered against my skin, “You feel so damn good, Lace.
So wet and tight.”

My inner walls contracted around his cock and he groaned.
Seemingly spurred on, his hips bucked as he thrust into me. He had to feel the
sexual frenzy as strongly as I did. Our bodies moved together as he fucked me
hard.

“
Whoa,
” I suddenly said, a disconcerting thought
popping into my head. I put a hand on his chest and gave a little shove. “Hey.
You’re not doing this right.”

Against my throat, he muttered, “Do you want me to stop?”

Oh hell, no.
But…

“Look at me,” I insisted as he continued to hammer into me.
I was close to coming. So close it was a wonder I could think coherently.
“Michael,” I said in a stern tone.

He shook his head. “I can’t, Lace. Just come with me.”

“Not like this.” Though how I could have possibly said such
a thing was beyond me. He might be breaking the rules, but he was damn good at
it.

“I can’t look at you,” he said on a rough breath. “Jesus,
Lacey. I want you so much.”

Hard to argue against that point. Or the way his hand slid
around to my backside and his fingers rubbed the cleft, then homed in on that
forbidden spot that sent electrical currents through my body.

“Mike.” I moaned. I had no idea what had happened with him,
but I could no longer hold on to my thoughts. “Yes,” I ground out as he hit all
the right spots again. “Oh God, yes. Fuck me.”

He did. And we both came in an explosion of grunts and
groans and heavy breaths.

I clung to him as the vibrations coursed through my body.
Bright lights flashed behind my closed lids, lightning bolts zapping my
insides.

“Oh Christ,” I squeaked out.

His face was buried in the crook of my neck and he said,
“Don’t be pissed. But I’m in love with you, Lacey.”