Naked and in his bed, her bed, on the couch, her riding him nice and slow, his hands wrapped around her slim waist. Her down on her knees in front of him, whispering that she’d do anything he wanted.
Whispering…it seemed as if someone whispered to him now, close to his ear, hands on his skin, feathery touches brushing the sheets down low, lower. He rolled over on his back, slowly opened his eyes to find an angel hovering above him. Green eyes wide, small hands upon him, resting on his chest and he stared up at her, blinked once, twice.
It wasn’t a dream. Michaela was there. The three fat candles he had left burning on his dresser in hopes she’d show sputtered, their flickering light casting across her beautiful face.
She smiled, a tremulous curve of lips, and she looked nervous, skittish. “I did as you asked.”
“Huh?” She confused him, distracted him with her hands touching him, fingers stroking, sliding down and he remembered he’d gone to bed naked.
Which meant his raging hard-on wasn’t contained.
“I came to you. I brought the ball back over into your court.” She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and he blinked again, bringing her more sharply into focus.
She knelt beside him on the bed, clad only in a thin tank top and a pair of panties. Her hair was pulled off her scrubbed-clean face, her skin fragrant with the lotion she slathered on just before she went to bed. He’d seen her this way countless times, knew her nightly ritual like he knew his own but somehow, tonight, she reminded him of a siren.
Prepared to seduce with her most basic arsenal, herself. It was all he needed. Reaching out, he touched her, ran his hand down her arm, felt her tiny shiver and he smiled, triumph surging through him.
Finally. He had her in his bed, barely dressed, staring down at him as if he hung the moon. Hell, he felt like he’d just hung the moon, it was so satisfying to have her like this.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Her voice was a raw whisper, a little wounded, and he lifted his hand, sunk it in the hair just beneath her ponytail.
“Come here,” he urged and she bent her head, bringing her face in perfect alignment with his. She gazed into his eyes, hers big and unblinking, and she let forth a trembling breath, the sound stuttering in the quiet room. The candles bathed her skin in golden light and she appeared ethereal, reminding him of the angel reference that had popped into his head when he first opened his eyes.
She did remind him of a pretty little angel. Innocent and sweet smelling and so, so soft. Rich blonde hair, creamy skin, with the flushed cheeks and those bottomless green eyes, she drove him crazy. Fucking insane.
Now here she was. In his bed, ready and ripe for him. He slipped his arm around her shoulders, crushing her against his chest and then he lifted his head, brushed the softest kiss to her lips.
Their mouths clung, his hand curling tight around the back of her head, bringing her closer. Darting his tongue out, he drew along the seam of her lips, causing her to open to him on a gasp, allowing him in. He searched her mouth leisurely, took his time to savor her flavor, the way her tongue swept against his, her hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.
Austin slipped his arm down, around her waist, and hauled her up so she lay sprawled across the top of him, the only barrier between them her miniscule clothing and the thin sheet. She straddled him, her legs sliding down around either side of his stomach, and his cock surged forward eagerly.
He deepened the kiss, angling her head with a touch of his hand, his fingers sliding across her soft cheek. Her mouth opened wider, their tongues more insistent as they dueled, and the need to say fuck it and just fuck her was overwhelming.
But he didn’t want to take this too fast. This was Michaela, after all. He’d waited for this moment for a long time. For all he knew she was giving him one shot and then she might