the tie on her
wraparound sweater and slowly pulled the bow undone. She shrugged out of it and let
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it fall behind her. She started to reach behind her back, but he stopped her. Without
touching her anywhere else, he reached around her and unhooked her bra.
As the skimpy covering slid down her arms, he made a guttural sound that sent
shock waves straight to the ache between her legs. Her nipples hardened under his
intense gaze.
Unable to take his heated perusal of her body anymore, she scooted forward and
reached for his sweater. “Now it’s your turn.”
Immediately he stopped her. He covered her hands and held them in place by the
bottom hem of his sweater. Last night he hadn’t taken his sweater off either. Pausing,
she stared at him, waiting. She’d seen him working out before and she couldn’t imagine
why he’d be embarrassed to take his clothes off. Not with a body like his.
He stared at her, and she was under the impression that some invisible battle raged
in his head. Finally he let go of her and lifted the sweater off himself. When he was
bared to her, she gasped when she saw the pale circular scars covering most of his
stomach. There were so many of them. She’d only seen him from a distance so she’d
never have been able to see the markings. It took a second to realize they were likely old
cigarette burns. Like really, really old. She didn’t know much about his family other
than his mom was dead and his father was a drunk. If she had to guess, he’d gotten the
burns from his father. A protective rage jumped inside her that anyone could hurt their
child like that.
It bothered her that he thought she’d care about something as superficial as
scarring. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his chest then continued a trail down
the muscular planes of his stomach. He shuddered under her kisses and fisted an
unsteady hand through her hair.
“Michaela.” His voice was ragged.
She lightly raked her teeth over his skin. When she neared the top of his pants, his
stomach muscles bunched. Without looking up, she pressed a light hand against his
chest again.
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“Lay back,” she murmured against him.
Again he paused, but he did as she said. Once he was flat on his back with a pillow
under his head, she grappled with his button and zipper. After she pulled his dark jeans
down, her throat seized as his cock sprang free. He was bigger, thicker than she’d
guessed. She wasn’t surprised he went commando. Instead of pulling them all the way
off, she only pulled the jeans to his knees, giving him limited mobility.
When she glanced at his face, all she saw was need and hunger. Keeping her eyes
on him, she slowly bent down until she hovered over his thick length. She swiped her
tongue up the full measure of his cock. From bottom to top.
A bead of come glistened at the tip so she swirled her tongue around the
mushroom-shaped head, licking it up. His hips jerked unsteadily as she fisted the base
of his cock and took him fully in her mouth.
“Fuck, Michaela.” He leaned up and grabbed her by the shoulders with trembling
fingers.
“What?” She stared at him in confusion.
“I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time.”
Lightning fast, he hooked his hands under her armpits and flipped her on her back.
All the air whooshed from her lungs as she watched him shimmy out of his jeans
then tug hers off. The heat from the nearby fire was nothing compared to the raging
flames burning inside her. Now there was nothing between them except her panties.
She noticed that his hands shook as he retrieved a condom from his discarded pants.
She wanted to sheathe him just so she could touch him again, but he ripped it open
before she could protest. Kneeling in between her legs, he clasped the thin straps of her
lacy panties and slid them down her legs. An involuntary shiver escaped as his gaze
zeroed