Walters told you anything---”
“So what if he did?” she asked. “Talk is just that. This is the real thing.”
Michael sighed into her skin and stopped fighting when she pushed her palm down the front of his pants. Finding him hard, Lily stroked his tight flesh and delighted in his smile when he lowered his head to her neck and kissed her cheek.
“Don’t know if that’s good or bad,” he said.
“Good,” she said as she cradled his face in her hand and pressed her lips to his brow. She felt Michael’s smile as his free hand went for the buttons of his shirt, and she nearly had his skin under her fingers when he took hold of her wrists.
“But anything could happen to you,” he said. “And I can’t live with…”
Lily watched his face contort, and for a second she thought of taking off. Not because she didn’t want him. But if it hurt him this much, then maybe it made more sense to---
“Lily?”
Michael stretched up and steadied her to his chest, his hands just grazing the edge of his belt as he kissed her again and folded her face in his hands.
“If you stay… Lily…”
He lowered his pants, and she felt him hard and wanting against her thighs as he took her him in her arms and lifted her to the wall. He pressed her against the smooth surface, and Lily spread her legs, her want melting into his. She sighed as he filled her and touched her ruffled hair.
‘Tell me you won’t do anything foolish,” he said. “If we do this… then I have to---”
“Whatever you need, Mr. Bingham,” she said. “Come here.”
Lily held him tighter as she rested against the wall and felt him slipping under her skirt. Michael kissed her hair as his hands ran up her sides, and she dug her nails into his broad back as his pulse throbbed inside her. With each thrust, her body burned, and Lily started to turn her head to the side, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored his feel when he suddenly paused in his pursuit and eased her face back to his.
“I want you to look at me,” he panted as brushed his warm finger against her watering mouth. Suckling on his skin, Lily fixed her eyes on his bright blue stare, and a tremulous sigh left her lips as his touch moved down her chin, her chest, and he wrapped his strong arm around her waist as he pulled her closer.
“Better,” he said in a low whisper. “Stay like that.”
Not wanting to look anywhere or at anyone else, Lily remained in his gaze as Michael resumed rocking against her hips. Her palms flattened against his heaving back, and Lily bit down on her lip when he slowed inside her. Staying in his eyes, she savored his soft kiss on her flushed cheek and screamed her pleasure when he finally released inside her. Suddenly the effort to hold his gaze became too much to bear, and she clung to his neck as his arms enveloped her, his hold tender and firm as he trailed kisses through her hair.
“Let’s… let’s stay like this,” Lily said, her head falling to his chest as she pressed her ear to the pounding of his heart. Michael laughed lightly as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa just beyond his desk. Smiling in his embrace, Lily said nothing as he stroked her back and his breath calmed against her cheek.
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath as he pressed his fingers under her chin and titled her face to his again. Even as the corners of his lips lifted into a slight smile, Lily took note of the worry still brimming in his