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Chapter Twelve

The fear Austin saw on Michaela’s face made him feel like an absolute creep. He relaxed his hold on her, his thumb brushing against the warm skin of her arm, and he tried to conjure up seductive words to woo her back into the bedroom.

“Come with me,” he said instead, his voice low, rough, and his hand slid down to envelop hers.

She went with him, not saying a word, and he brought her back into his bedroom since he had a bigger bed. And he felt comfortable there.

He needed whatever he could get to make this right.

They stopped at the foot of the bed and he turned to face her, saw the trepidation still in her expression.

“Are you mad at me?” Her wispy voice made him feel worse and he squeezed her hand, slowly drew her near.

“Of course not.” His other hand went to her cheek, his fingers stroking the petal soft skin. He could touch her all night. Hell, that was the plan. She felt so good, so unbelievably right and he wanted her to see that.

How much they belonged together.

She leaned her cheek into his hand, nuzzling his palm. “You think I’m crazy.”

“Never.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering, and he heard the catch in her breath.

“You think I’m a slut.”

He couldn’t hold back the chuckle. “I love that you’re open with all of this.”

“But you think I’m too open because I want to keep doing it.” She paused, kept completely still as he kissed her temple, her cheek, the skin just beside her ear. “You don’t like that I suggested Brad.”

“You threw me.” Wasn’t that the damn truth? “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“Thank you for thinking about it at least.”

Austin kissed the tip of her nose. “Baby, you don’t have to thank me. I’d do just about anything for you.”

“Oh.” She sounded surprised, breathless.

Yet another point he needed to stress. Just how much he’d do for her no matter what it took. He’d felt that way before they’d started this. Now the feeling was only intensified.

He kissed first one corner of her mouth, then the other. Her eyes slid closed, her breath leaving her in a soft sigh, and he pressed his lips to hers, his hand cradling her cheek, his other hand sliding around her waist.

The kiss was simple, easy, just the way he wanted it. He needed to show her a softer side, not aggressive attack and immediate grope. She responded, her head tilting back, her lips opening wider, her tongue a tentative test against his lips. He answered in kind, their tongues brushing, retreating and brushing again.

A shiver moved through him and he pulled her closer, his hand splaying across her lower back. The dress she wore was soft and thin, the heat of her burning through the fabric, branding his palm. He wanted to feel her bare skin, kiss her everywhere he touched.

Eagerness made him clumsy and he yanked on the waist of her dress with little finesse, withdrawing reluctantly from her mouth. “Let’s take this off.”

She stepped away from him, her hands tugging the skirt up and then the entire dress over her head. Letting the garment fall to the floor, she stood before him in just a black satin bra and matching panties, looking like his every wish come true.

Emotion overwhelmed him, made him hesitant to touch her. Suddenly everything felt serious, intense and he wanted to get it just right, wanted to show her how much she meant to him. A little smile curved her lips but he noticed the nervousness in her gaze, knew that her instincts told her something was different about tonight.

Stiffening her spine, Michaela stepped toward him, her hands reaching out to settle upon his chest. He looked at those slender little hands, absorbing her touch, enjoying the way her fingers curled into his shirt. “You look serious tonight, Austin.”

He smiled, trying to play it off. “Is that better?”

She shook her head. “It’s fake.” Her hands went to the placket of his shirt and slowly unbuttoned the first button. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. Just another night together, right?” She slipped another button undone, her fingers brushing against his pecs, and he shuddered.

Her smile grew and another button came undone. “Do you know what I was thinking when I watched you sitting across from me at the table?”

 He shook his head for an answer and his stomach muscles constricted when he felt her touch.

“I wanted to crawl into your lap, unbutton your shirt and kiss you.” She pressed her lips to his chest, right at his heart. “Right here.”

Ah Jesus, he didn’t know if he’d be able to take this. She continued to kiss him, her hands shoving the shirt from his shoulders, down his arms. He shook himself out of it, staring at the top of her blonde head. Her hands settled at his sides, just above his hips, her mouth trailing across his chest until meeting his nipple.

She flicked at it with her tongue, sensation shooting through his body at her touch. He clutched her, his hands circling her nipped in waist, the feel of her satiny soft skin making his cock grow, harden.

Damn, she felt good. She teased his chest with her lips, licked at his nipples and he groaned, holding her tighter. He’d wanted to be in control, show her how he felt and she’d taken over, taken him under until all he wanted was to drown in the sensation of her. Touching him.

He didn’t want her to stop.

She didn’t know what was wrong with Austin tonight but she wasn’t about to complain. He was being downright complacent, no commanding, rough dominant sex god for her. He stood in front of her, still as a statue, letting her do whatever she wanted to him.

And instead of getting all wild and crazy, she simply enjoyed touching him, exploring. Licking at his tight nipples, kissing his warm, musky skin. Her fingers trailed over his flat stomach, the muscles rippling from her touch. She followed the trail of silky dark hair that trailed from his belly button downward until it disappeared beyond the waistband of his jeans.

So sexy. She loved his body, the lean strength, the smooth muscle. She loved how his skin quivered beneath her touch and she curled her fingers into the front of his jeans, the sound of his agonized groan making her smile.

It felt normal, average, what they were doing. But there was nothing average about this, she thought as she undid the snap of his jeans, drew the zipper down over the impressive bulge of his erection. What she felt for Austin, the excitement bubbling up inside her at what they were about to do was overwhelming.

This was more than just sex for both her and for him. She could feel it, sense it, from the heaviness in his voice, the seriousness in his gaze. It was shocking since she knew Austin didn’t do serious.

But he was doing serious for her.

Her hands slid to the back of his jeans, pushing the denim down, over his ass to his thighs. He stepped away from her and rid himself of them, though he left his black boxer briefs on. Austin’s cock strained against the front, dying to get out, and she wanted to help him as best she could.

When she reached for him, though, he stepped back, shook his head. “Get on the bed.”

A delicious thrill shivered up her spine, and she did as he asked. There went that dominant side of him again, the one that aroused her. She loved that he bossed her around, took control of their encounters, and she lay in the center of the bed, waiting for him to come to her.

He stood next to the bed, his eyes seeming to glow as he studied her, his hand going to the front of his boxers. She watched in fascination as he began to stroke, her pussy flooding with cream at the sight.

“Touch yourself,” she whispered but he shook his head again, his hand dropping fast, as if he hadn’t realized what he’d done.

“Let’s take off your panties.” He went for the tiny scrap of fabric, his big hands wrapping around her hips, tugging her panties down. It tickled her thighs, down over her knees, her calves, tangling around her ankles before he drew them all the way off. “Now take off your bra.”

She did, reaching behind to undo the clasp, pulling her arms out of the straps and tossing it onto the floor. She lay before him nude, wet and willing, her nipples so hard they ached. Spreading her legs, she gave him a view of what he was missing and the low growl he emitted made her widen her legs more.

Teasing this man was fun. Pushing him over the edge, delicious. And when he pushed her over the edge, she experienced the best orgasms of her life.

Austin joined her on the bed, his hands sliding all over her, across her nipples, her belly, tangling in the pubic hair just above her sex. She moved with him, her hands reaching but coming up empty, only finding his arms, his strong wrists, and she pouted.

“Let me enjoy you,” he whispered. “Let me touch you.”

Her body melted at his words, at the reverent way he touched her. His fingers skimmed along her collarbone, down to the slope of her breasts, into the valley between. Her skin tingled, goose bumps forming and slowly, so slow she wanted to scream, he circled first one turgid nipple, then the other with his index finger.

“Perfect,” he murmured just before he bent his head and licked first one, then the other nipple. He licked and sucked, nibbled and teased and when he bit particularly hard, she cried out, loving the pleasure/pain sensation that shot through her.

Her hands went to the back of his head, burrowing into his thick, soft hair, and she stroked him there, watching in breathless anticipation as he continued to suck her nipples. One hand kneaded her flesh, circling the neglected nipple while his mouth worked the other one.

Her clit pulsed. Her legs grew restless. No man had ever paid such attention to her breasts before, and she was going crazy from it. Wild. As if sensing her need he slid his hand down, cupping her pussy, a single finger sliding between her lower lips and testing her there.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, Michaela?” He sounded pleased, arrogant even and she couldn’t deny that it was all for him.

Always for him.

“Yes,” she moaned as he sunk his finger deeper, searching her folds before thrusting inside her.

“So tight, wet and ready.” He moved up, is face aligning with hers, his warm breath floating across her mouth. “I’m going to make love to you all night. I want to kiss every inch of your body.”

“Okay,” she giggled and she felt rather than saw his smile against her mouth.

“I love your laugh,” he whispered before he claimed her lips, his kiss passionate, his tongue thrusting, purposeful.

She returned the kiss with equal fervor, his words lingering in her brain, turning over and over again. The way he said make love, the intensity in his voice, the way he kissed her.

Was he falling for her as she already had for him? Or was it too good to be true?

She couldn’t think about it, overanalyze it. It would do her no good. She needed to live in the moment and enjoy Austin while she had him.

Her hands went to his ass, pushing his underwear down so she could touch bare skin. His skin was smooth and deliciously firm. He had a sexy ass, one that looked good in jeans, in anything, and she kneaded him there, enjoying the way his hips thrust against her, his cock urgent and thick.

“Don’t,” he muttered after he tore his lips from hers. “Not yet, babe. If you keep touching me like that I’ll shoot off like a rocket.”

And didn’t that sound fabulous? Reluctantly she removed her hands from his butt and clung to his hips, her breath catching in her throat when he kissed her again, more gently this time.

Oh, she didn’t want to wait for him to kiss her all over her body. She wanted him inside her now. Needed him. Her pussy felt empty, her body greedy for his invasion, and she broke their kiss, trailed her lips along his jaw, down his throat, the faint stubble growing there rough against her lips.

“Austin.” She clawed at him, her hands pushing at his underwear once again, wanting them off. “I need you.”

He got rid of them, reached for a condom from the box he kept in his bedside table. “Hold on, babe.”

“I want you inside me.” She felt as if her skin, her insides were on fire and she was burning up, consumed. She clawed at him, didn’t want to stop touching him as he drew up on his knees and tore into the condom wrapper, sheathing himself quickly.

“Like this?” He grabbed her hips and hauled her to him so her legs wrapped on either side of him. His cock was huge and thrusting from between his legs and Austin took aim. She lifted her knees, pressed her feet into the mattress.

“Yes, like this. Now,
please
.” She sounded desperate, lost and she felt that way too. All she wanted was him inside her, filling her, completing her.

Gripping the base of his cock, he eased the tip of it inside her, teasing her. His other hand rested atop her knee, slid down her thigh, and she arched against him, the groan leaving her so primal she shocked herself.

This is what he did to her, turned her into a needy, squirming thing that burned for him. He withdrew from her body, making her cry out and then he returned, slid deeper where he paused for a beat before withdrawing again.

She watched, the sight of his cock glistening with her juices making her bite her lower lip. His gaze lingered there too, rapt on the rhythmic plunder and retreat until he finally looked up and caught her stare.

“My little watcher,” he whispered. His velvety voice was a mixture of pleasure and sin, everything decadent and delicious and bad for you. “I should make you get on your hands and knees. Fuck you from behind so you can only
feel
.”

A fresh gush of cream escaped her at his words, and he laughed before withdrawing from her completely. She whimpered at the loss, her hands reaching, and he actually batted them away.

“Roll over, baby. I’m going to give you what you want. Just be patient.”

She did as he asked and got into position on her hands and knees. Rarely did she let a man take her this way, had always found it a little uncomfortable. But with Austin, she was willing to do anything he wanted.

Anything.

The mattress dipped and he approached her from behind on his knees, disappearing from her view. She closed her eyes, waited in breathless anticipation for his touch, his next move and he didn’t disappoint.