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MIA

I was stunned by Michael’s speech, so I didn’t say anything. I just gaped at him like an idiot. He got up, but he didn’t walk away immediately. Instead, he stared at me for a moment. There was a look in his eyes that said he didn’t really want to leave me alone. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and he huffed as if in resignation.

“Good night, Mia.”

He took two steps before I found my tongue. “Michael, wait…”

As he turned around, I got up. We stood facing each other. I was a little annoyed that he’d had time to school his expression because now he was frustratingly unreadable. Still, every sweet word he’d said still hung in the air between us, and for the first in a long time, I felt special and less like a screw-up.

I took a small step toward him. “I don’t want you to go.”

Michael’s eyes darkened slightly in that way they did when he was in the throes of passion or when he thought he was subtly watching me with carnal need… but it wasn’t so subtle because I noticed.

“Why?” he asked. There was a challenge in that one word that made me weak in the knees.

Goodness, he wanted to hear me say it, and suddenly, I felt timid. “I… um…” How did I put into words that I wanted him to forget that I’d redrawn the line between us? Giving in to the chemistry that sizzled between us might be one of those bad decisions I was famous for, but hell, it was still my birthday, and I wanted what I wanted. It seemed Michael was ready to give it to me if I asked.

My heart pounded as I closed the distance between us until we were mere centimeters apart, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Michael’s gaze was intense. The way his eyes bore into mine made me feel vulnerable as if my soul was exposed. He didn’t move a muscle, but I could see the tension in his jaw and his fists clenched at his side as if he were barely stopping himself from reaching for me. Watching him holding on to his control by a thread fueled the fire inside me, and what shyness I had fled.

I spread my palms on his chest, and his muscles bunched beneath them. As soon as I tipped on my toes and brushed my lips against his, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. The kiss was anything but soft. It was hungry and desperate as if we’d both been waiting for this moment for weeks.

My entire body pulsed with need as his lips voraciously moved over mine. I melted into him, and my hands moved up to wound around his neck. As our kiss deepened, my hands moved further up until my fingers threaded through his hair. The low growl in his throat as his kiss grew more demanding made me shiver. I’d never felt this intense sexual need before, not even when Michael and I hooked up the first time. The weeks of tension left us in a state like an explosion waiting to happen, and now that the fuse had been lit, there was no stopping it.

“Mia…” He murmured against my lips as his hands moved lower to grip my hips. “You’ve been driving me crazy.” He lifted me with ease, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I assumed we’d take things to my bedroom since it was closer, but to my surprise, he took long strides to the counter and set me down. “I can’t go another step further. I’m taking you right here.”

“Please…” The level of begging in my tone should have been embarrassing, but I was beyond caring. Hell, I was so needy that I almost orgasmed when he simply tugged my tank top down to expose my breasts.

His eyes darkened with desire as he stared at my chest while he reached for my shorts. I lifted my hips, so he could slide them off. I sat in just my panties with my breast spilling out as Michael frantically freed himself from his pants. It was like he’d combust if he went another second without us connected, and the knowledge that he needed me that badly sent the heat level up another notch.

I arched into him when he gripped my thighs and tugged me closer. Our hot as sin kiss had done its job getting me ready for him, so I was soaked by the time he yanked my underwear aside. The ripping sound of the material echoed in the kitchen, and even that drove my desire to a higher peak. Michael groaned when he tested the water and his fingers came away drenched with my readiness.

Without further hesitation, he plunged into me, filling me completely with one thrust. I moaned with pleasure and pure relief at having him like this again. It was like my body had been starving for this man. He set a rigorous pace that was almost bone-jarring but made my body come alive in a way I'd ever felt.

I was just as wild as he was, groping him and caressing every part of him I could. The animalistic way that we came together was the most intense experience ever. Was this primal need even possible with anyone else or was it a once in a life thing with… Mr. Right…? While I didn’t want to foolishly get caught up in the raw passion I experienced with Michael and misinterpret it for love, a part of me was convinced I’d never find this kind of connection with anyone else.

“Mia…” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good. So… fucking... amazing…” he bit out between thrusts.

In response, I hooked my legs tighter around his waist as if I thought it was possible for us to get any closer. I just couldn’t get enough of him after fighting the attraction between us for so long. I gasped his name as the tension in my core built and got ready to snap. It was a bit unnerving how he kept eye contact the entire time, but I couldn’t look away.

My fingernails dug into his back, and a wave of bliss rose and spread through me. I shook as tingles of pleasure erupted in quick succession, flooding me with endorphins until I reached that euphoric stare that left my mind hazy. With one final powerful thrust, Michael shattered. Letting out a long groan, he sagged against me and rested his head on my shoulder. We didn’t move for a while, we just tried to catch our breaths.

Holy shit.

Every orgasm I had with Michael seemed to be more intensified. That one was… feral… mind-blowing. It was like the last month had been one long foreplay session that led to this moment. My body zinged with pleasure. I felt a strange combination of being drained from sheer sexual satisfaction and being invigorated and in need of more .

When Michael finally lifted his head to look at me, my cheeks burned. After my consuming need had been satiated, timidness crept back in. It was my third time having sex ever, and it was hard not to think about my limited experience compared to his. What did one do after being ravaged on a kitchen counter by her boss…? What did I say?

“Well… Happy birthday to me…” I burst into ridiculous nervous giggling. I then winced, because why did those words come out of my mouth? For the love of God. Why couldn’t I just be cool?

Michael peered into my eyes, and then he let out a laugh. Taking me by surprise, he captured my lips in a fierce kiss that almost made me melt. “You’re delightful,” he whispered. “I’m thinking I need to make up for the frenzied fucking…”

My stomach fluttered, and my cheeks heated up. It was frenzied alright, but I enjoyed every moment. He leaned back to swipe my torso with smoldering eyes… really they smoldered as if actual fire had just burned in them. “I need to make up for it very slowly and thoroughly,” he drawled with his eyes glued to my mound. My face damn near caught fire because he was still inside me, for Christ’s sake.

“That sounds… like a nice way to continue the birthday party.” My words were barely above a whisper because I was so turned on already.

Michael’s eyes met mine, and I swear, I almost swooned. The intensity of his stare, the carnal promise in his eyes… I was in for a long night, but I knew I’d enjoy it.

Michael’s lips practically left trails on my skin as he kissed his way up my stomach. He followed the same path he’d taken when he kissed his way down to rock my world with his skillful mouth. Every cell of my body felt electrified. He had made good on his promise to make up for the wild sex earlier. He’d been more than thorough. No part of my body had been left untouched. I was a little drained from the orgasms that rocked me since we got out of the shower, yet I wrapped my legs and arms around him and welcomed him as he entered me again.

This time, he wore a condom, and I was a little disappointed. I was all for being cautious, but after feeling him inside me without the barrier, I was addicted to the skin-to-skin contact. However, we got carried away twice. Once last month in the treehouse, and then tonight in the kitchen. We had to stop flirting with danger like that.

“Michael…” I sighed as he buried himself to the hilt.

He flexed his hip, hitting me at a new angle, and I arched and moaned loudly. “You like that?” he purred.

“Love it.” My eyes fluttered open, and I found him watching me in that darkly possessive way that made my heart jolt. It wasn’t the creepy kind of stare, but it was so intense, and it made a girl think about things that she probably shouldn’t think about… such as belonging to him forever.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips along my jaw, his stubble deliciously scraping my skin. The instant he took my hands from around his shoulder and guided them up to pin them above my head, I felt a rush of pure excitement course through my veins.

For some reason, I got super turned on when he asserted his dominance. It was strange because it annoyed the hell out of me when others in my life tried to take control in any scenario. Maybe it was because Michael was the only one who made me feel safe when he took control or even got a little rough during sex. It could be because I was in love with him, too, but that was something to be analyzed at another time… when he wasn’t staring into my soul. His eyes held me captive just as his body did.

“I could stay inside you all night, Mia,” he said.

I shivered with delight at that. I wouldn’t complain if he did, partly because I was afraid that tomorrow, after we had the awkward talk that I knew was inevitable, we’d go back to staying away from each other again. He continued his languorous strokes, slowly driving me to the brink of another orgasm.

My walls contracted around him as my body prepared itself for the explosion, and Michael groaned. “You can’t come yet, Mia.”

“I—I can’t?” I croaked.

He watched me with a hint of amusement. “Not yet… trust me.”

“I do, but I can’t control it,” I whispered.

“You can. Squeeze your pelvic muscles and focus.”

I followed his order and squeezed as tightly as I could, which made him inhale sharply. It was almost impossible to stop myself from plunging into the free fall of that orgasm that was right within reach.

“Now relax,” he whispered.

I let out a breath and relaxed my walls around him.

“Good girl,” he purred.

Of course, hearing those two words in that hot as sin tone of his almost made me come again, and I had to exercise serious willpower not to give into the delicious sensation. I found that doing as he instructed, while he slowed his pace, held off the impending explosion. However, I began to writhe and moan as my body begged for release.

“Michael…” I whined. “Please. I can’t hold back anymore.”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Let go and come for me, Mia.”

I wasn’t sure what the point of his strange exercise was until I gave in and was hit with an orgasm that was so powerful it was completely overwhelming. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded me. My eyes widened as they seemed to go on forever. It was by far the longest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Michael watched me with satisfaction even as he continued moving inside me. He picked up speed, and when he came, amazingly, I was still convulsing. That was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It left me breathless and quivering for a while, even when he rolled off me and dropped to the bed.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered. “How did you…” I clamped my mouth shut when I realized the silly question I was about to ask. Of course, he knew I’d have a marathon orgasm if I followed his instructions. He wasn’t the one who was a virgin just months ago. That was me… “Never mind.”

Michael smirked and sat up. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m perfect.” I loved how he checked on me after those intense moments.

He got up and rolled the condom off. I watched him as he disappeared into the bathroom. Left alone, I finally took a good look around. I couldn’t believe I was in his bedroom. It was a little surreal. When he reappeared, I watched him with uncertainty. Would he tell me to head back to my room? To my surprise, he slid back into bed beside me and gathered me in his arms. We didn’t talk as I expected we would, so I fell asleep in Michael’s arms. Just as the night of what was supposed to be our one-night stand, I felt safe in his hold and fell into a deep sleep.