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“Yes, damn it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his jaw, my teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp. “I want you to tell me. Every fucking step of the way. Every move. Every kiss. Every tease. Every thrust.”
Mike exhaled sharply, his head falling back against the pillows, his eyes rolling back even further.
“Okay,” he murmured. “I want you towreckme.”
I groaned, my fingers tightening on his hips.
Mike grinned, loving that he had made me react like that.
I wasn’t about to let him keep control, though.
I leaned in, nipping at his throat, dragging my teeth over his pulse point, letting my tongue soothe the mark I left behind.
Mike gasped.
I smirked against his skin.
“You like that?” I murmured.
His breath came in short, desperate pants. “I love that.”
I chuckled, nipping at him again. “Then tell me more.”
Mike shivered, his hands sliding over my back, nails raking lightly.
“Take my shirt off. As slow as you can.”
I helped him sit up, then gripped the hem of his shirt, letting my fingers barely tease the skin beneath. I locked my eyes onto his, gripped his gaze in a way he knew was unbreakable, then millimeter by millimeter, edged his shirt upward. Everywhere my fingers slid, his body squirmed.
Halfway up, neither of us had looked away.
I reached his nipples and paused, letting the fingers of one hand draw circles around tender flesh, then pinch it, softly at first, just enough to make him wince. When he grew used to the pain, I squeezed harder. His eyes narrowed, and he bit his lip—but he didn’t look away, didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t so much as groan.
“I’m going to take that nipple in my teeth and destroy you.”
“Please,” he pleaded.
His shirt finally found its rightful place on the ungrateful floor.
Mike didn’t hesitate.
“I want you to touch me,” he whispered, voice ragged. “Everywhere. I want your hands on me, your mouth on me. I want you to make me forget everything but you.”
A sharp, possessive growl tore from my throat.
“Fuck, Mike. You’re all I think about.”
Who the hell said that?I wondered as my heart seized.
He grinned, biting his lower lip in the most adorable way. “I love when you growl like that.”
I arched a brow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “You love this, don’t you? You love knowing I want you to ruin me.”
I groaned, rolling my hips against him, making him feel just how much I loved it.
Mike gasped, his head tilting back, exposing his throat.