When I told him that Tyler had said he was going to make me pay, I watched the muscle in his jaw twitch. But he kept quiet, until I finished.
“Amanda? You know you deserve better than that, right?” Mike’s eyes were so warm. He sighed and continued. “I mean, you’re an author. A published author, no less. You shouldn’t take shit from anyone. You’re intelligent. You deserve to have someone who appreciates all that you are.”
I bit down on my lip and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“I don’t know what I deserve anymore.”
Mike’s hand rested on top of mine, and the warmth that radiated from him caused me to gasp.
“Then let me show you what you deserve.”
Suddenly, he leaned across the table, closed the gap between us, and very gently, his lips met mine. Holy shit. So soft… Just as quickly as it happened, it was over. His cheeks went a dark shade of red.
“Sorry. That was completely unprofessional… you’re just so fucking beautiful, and–“
I grabbed him by the Velcro of his Kevlar and kissed him back, a hot, searing kiss that set my body aflame from my lips to my toes. The pulsing heat between my legs was back, almost an unbearable ache. He groaned and wrapped his arms around my waist, but then he pulled back.
“Wait. Are you sure?”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I wanted him. Fuck, I needed him. My affirmation was all he needed.
“Amanda…” he growled, and pulled me close. He kissed me with such passion, that Tyler and his betrayal and threats became a distant memory. I allowed myself the pleasure of digging my hands into those soft brown curls, reveling in the moan that slipped from his lips as I did.
His tall frame pressed me against the kitchen counter. I couldn’t quiet my own moans as I felt his cock throb and swell against my stomach. My panties were quickly soaked with desire as his big hands found my soft breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric of my sweatshirt.
Our kisses had deepened; his tongue slipped past my lips and teased mine with a tenderness that knocked me off my feet.
His warm fingers made their way to the hem of my sweatshirt and brushed just underneath–enough to be asking my permission.
Without breaking the kiss, I took his hand and guided it across my flat stomach.
The moan that escaped his lips at the touch of my skin, caused more wetness to flow. I knew I was soaking through my jeans and the ache was becoming unbearable.
I let go of him and yanked my sweatshirt over my head, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the damn thing off.
He looked down at the sight of my full c-cups; his pupils dilated and his growl deepened.
“Fuck…Amanda…” Without a second’s hesitation, he gripped me under my thighs, lifted me up, and plunked me down on the kitchen counter.
“Oof!” I gasped, surprised at being picked up, but Mike wasn’t done with me.
He buried his head between my breasts, kissing every inch of the exposed flesh.
My head swam with the sensations that I barely registered his fingers popping the button of my jeans and yanking down the zipper. In another yank, he’d freed me of the tight denim fabric. I flushed red hot as he stood back for a moment, admiring me.