times. “Sorry. None of my business.”
His tone was hard. “That’s right. None of your fucking business. Besides, you didn’t want what I was offering. What does it matter to you if she got what you didn’t want?”
Maybe I did want it , her mind blurted. Maybe I still do.
She kept her mouth shut, thank God, but apparently Mike heard her loud and clear, because his eyes flashed and he took a step toward her. With the counter behind her, she really didn’t have anywhere to go.
She sucked in air as he lifted her onto the counter and stepped between her legs, bracing his hands on either side of her.
“Or does it matter?”
Kyra held his gaze defiantly. She wasn’t sure how she managed that, but she did.
“Didn’t fuck her,” Mike said finally, so close their noses were almost touching.
She should shut up. This was going to backfire, but she pushed forward and, not breaking eye contact, said, “You left with her.”
“Didn’t fuck her,” he repeated, looking angry. Not sure at what. “I walked her to a cab, then went back home alone.”
Kyra didn’t know what to say to that, so she stayed quiet. She shouldn’t feel relieved, but she was.
“Haven’t fucked anyone in a while,” Mike continued. “Since before you came to town.”
“I didn’t ask for explanations.”
“I wouldn’t give them to you if you did,” he replied in a forbidding tone, his gaze lowering to her mouth and staying there.
She knew she shouldn’t move, but refraining was beyond her. Touching him was all she’d been able to think of since their dance. Doing her damnedest to steady her trembling hand, she reached for his stark face, caressing his stubble and brushing her thumb over his lips in the same manner he’d done to her in the Shack.
He didn’t move but his broad shoulders tightened. The vein on his temple pulsed.
“Mike, what I said in the Shack, about you not being good—”
He cut her off. “Save it. I don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to talk.”
Fine. Heaven forbid she’d start giving explanations he didn’t care about.
They stayed like that for a long while, no one talking, the only sounds around those of her breathing. Her eyes strayed to his lips, just an inch from hers. God, she needed him, his mouth on hers. But he didn’t kiss her. He nuzzled her cheek, her jaw, her throat, flicking his tongue here and there. Her body recognized him, his smell and his touch, and immediately reacted. When she encircled his neck and tried to kiss him, he fisted her hair and pulled her back.
“My way,” he gritted out, looking straight into her eyes. In spite of him denying her, a shudder of pleasure ran through her body as she felt the bite of his grip on her scalp. “If you want this, it’s going to be my way. Lean back. Hands on the counter.”
It went against all her instincts, but she obeyed, placing her hands on the counter. He skimmed kisses down her chest over her top and then graced her puckered nipple with his teeth, and she jerked, while with his other hand on her lower back, he yanked her core against his groin. His extremely stiff groin.
Mike was a great kisser, the right amount of tenderness and aggression, taking complete control and leaving fiery tingles in his wake.
She so wanted to kiss him, touch him, but in this position and with him still fisting her hair, she couldn’t do anything but accept all he had to give.
He moved to her other breast, rubbing his hard-on against her while teasing her nipple.
“Mike—”
He licked and nibbled his way up to her jaw, her skin seared by his touch. When she tried to kiss him again, he turned away. He was breathing harsh. She could feel his need for her, his anger too, rolling out of him in strong waves. Feeding each other.
“I said my way,” he growled and trapped her lower lip with his teeth and pulled a bit, his eyes flashing with lust. A jolt of pure electricity roared through her, her insides spasming, heat rushing down to her
His tone was hard. “That’s right. None of your fucking business. Besides, you didn’t want what I was offering. What does it matter to you if she got what you didn’t want?”
Maybe I did want it , her mind blurted. Maybe I still do.
She kept her mouth shut, thank God, but apparently Mike heard her loud and clear, because his eyes flashed and he took a step toward her. With the counter behind her, she really didn’t have anywhere to go.
She sucked in air as he lifted her onto the counter and stepped between her legs, bracing his hands on either side of her.
“Or does it matter?”
Kyra held his gaze defiantly. She wasn’t sure how she managed that, but she did.
“Didn’t fuck her,” Mike said finally, so close their noses were almost touching.
She should shut up. This was going to backfire, but she pushed forward and, not breaking eye contact, said, “You left with her.”
“Didn’t fuck her,” he repeated, looking angry. Not sure at what. “I walked her to a cab, then went back home alone.”
Kyra didn’t know what to say to that, so she stayed quiet. She shouldn’t feel relieved, but she was.
“Haven’t fucked anyone in a while,” Mike continued. “Since before you came to town.”
“I didn’t ask for explanations.”
“I wouldn’t give them to you if you did,” he replied in a forbidding tone, his gaze lowering to her mouth and staying there.
She knew she shouldn’t move, but refraining was beyond her. Touching him was all she’d been able to think of since their dance. Doing her damnedest to steady her trembling hand, she reached for his stark face, caressing his stubble and brushing her thumb over his lips in the same manner he’d done to her in the Shack.
He didn’t move but his broad shoulders tightened. The vein on his temple pulsed.
“Mike, what I said in the Shack, about you not being good—”
He cut her off. “Save it. I don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to talk.”
Fine. Heaven forbid she’d start giving explanations he didn’t care about.
They stayed like that for a long while, no one talking, the only sounds around those of her breathing. Her eyes strayed to his lips, just an inch from hers. God, she needed him, his mouth on hers. But he didn’t kiss her. He nuzzled her cheek, her jaw, her throat, flicking his tongue here and there. Her body recognized him, his smell and his touch, and immediately reacted. When she encircled his neck and tried to kiss him, he fisted her hair and pulled her back.
“My way,” he gritted out, looking straight into her eyes. In spite of him denying her, a shudder of pleasure ran through her body as she felt the bite of his grip on her scalp. “If you want this, it’s going to be my way. Lean back. Hands on the counter.”
It went against all her instincts, but she obeyed, placing her hands on the counter. He skimmed kisses down her chest over her top and then graced her puckered nipple with his teeth, and she jerked, while with his other hand on her lower back, he yanked her core against his groin. His extremely stiff groin.
Mike was a great kisser, the right amount of tenderness and aggression, taking complete control and leaving fiery tingles in his wake.
She so wanted to kiss him, touch him, but in this position and with him still fisting her hair, she couldn’t do anything but accept all he had to give.
He moved to her other breast, rubbing his hard-on against her while teasing her nipple.
“Mike—”
He licked and nibbled his way up to her jaw, her skin seared by his touch. When she tried to kiss him again, he turned away. He was breathing harsh. She could feel his need for her, his anger too, rolling out of him in strong waves. Feeding each other.
“I said my way,” he growled and trapped her lower lip with his teeth and pulled a bit, his eyes flashing with lust. A jolt of pure electricity roared through her, her insides spasming, heat rushing down to her
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