Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (37 page)

Warmth spread through her.

“Anything else I said while I was drunk that I need to know about?” she asked.

“After you said you were fallin’ for me, you said it was gonna be difficult to end it.”

She winced.  “So when I ended it –”

“I knew it was coming, and I was determined to convince you not to do it.  But you were pretty forceful that night and it looked like you were about to break.  And knowing you like I do, I didn’t think it would play in my favor if I was there when you did.  I just sensed that if I didn’t give you that time, you’d never come around, or you’d let your pride get in the way.”

She touched his face and he kissed her.  When he broke away, she spoke.

“I did break that night.  I cried for the first time in a long time,” she said looking away.  “I was so scared.”

“Of what?  Talk to me.”

“Of fallin’ for a guy who was probably used to every woman he’d ever been with having that same reaction.  Of wondering if I would ever be enough for you.  Of wondering if you would want to continue to play the field and never,” she swallowed.  “And never want to
stay
.”

“Look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to his.

“I wanna stay,” he whispered.

A tear dripped from her eye and took a slow journey down her cheek to her neck.

“I wanna stay, Em.  I wanna stay with you.  Only you.”  He touched her nose to his.  “Will you stay with
me
?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.  Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” she sniffed inelegantly.  “Because if you leave me, I’ll kick your ass.  And if you thought I was doin’ a pretty good job of it before, that was nothin’ compared to what I’d do
to you if you went after Candy Lane again.”

“Hmm,” he smiled shifting so he was settled between her legs.  “I like the sound of that warning.  Maybe I’ll call Candy Lane just so I could see what kind of punishment you would exact.”

She swatted at him and he grabbed her hand, pulling it above her head and holding it there.  Grinding slowly into her, he teased, “You don’t like that idea?”

“Don’t play, Mike,” she warned.

“I like to play with you.”  He ground into her again and took her bottom lip between his teeth.  “Wanna come out and play with me now, Em?”

She nipped his lip and held it between her teeth, not letting loose and letting out a little growl.  He chuckled and ran his hand up the side of her body then captured her breast while licking his tongue into her mouth.

“I missed you,” he said in a groan while feasting on her mouth.

“Show me,” she whimpered as he plucked her nipple.

“I smell like a distillery,” he murmured still kissing her.  “Let’s take a shower.

They hopped off the bed, littering the floor with clothes as they laughed and played and made their way into the
bathroom.  Once the water was hot, they stepped in to the shower, both of them letting out a satisfied moan.

They took a moment to look at each other.  Lust and love shone in their eyes as if they were seeing each other for the first time.

She let a hand float over his chest and leaned forward, biting a nipple.

“You like to get me between your teeth,” Mike hissed.  He dug his hands in her hair and tilted her head back then did the same to her mouth, taking nips here and there and caressing her lips with his.

“I wanna clean you,” she said, backing away.  Her skin was hyper sensitive.  She was afraid she’d come within seconds if she let him touch her so soon.  She wanted it to last this time.

“I’m thinking really dirty thoughts right now, Em.  So I need it.  Clean away,” he said, stepping under the spray and wetting his hair and body.

She took the bar of soap and lathered her hands.  Then she ran them down his neck and around his shoulders bringing them across his chest and sifting her fingers through his chest hair.  She pushed him back under the spray with a teasing smile to rinse off the soap then soaped up her hands again.

She crooked her finger to indicate he was to step out from under the spray again and proceeded to soap up his nipples which were hard as pebbles, and then made her way down his muscled abs.  When she finally reached her intended destination, she wrapped her fingers around his engorged cock and stroked her soapy hands up and down, eliciting a controlled exhalation of breath from Mike’s mouth.

She looked up at him and liked what she saw:  a man on the verge of losing it.  That was what she was aiming for.  While looking into his eyes, one of her hands reached down to run over his sack, now slick from the soap.

“Taking your sweet time, aren’t you, Em,” he gritted on a smirk.

She bit her lip.  “Aren’t you always telling me I need to slow down?” 

She pushed him back under the stream of water to rinse off then she got on her knees and, using the bar of soap, continued washing his legs, tickling the back of each of his knees then kissing the tip of his penis before finishing up with her hands creating soapy circles on his ass.

“Are you done?” he asked quietly.  His eyes told her she didn’t have much longer.

“Let me wash your hair.  Get on your knees, please,” she said, standing up.

He licked his lips, looking like he might throw her over his shoulder in a moment.  Kneeling in front of her in the tight space, his face landed right in front of her breasts given their height difference.   Just as she squeezed the shampoo into her hands, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She stilled and closed her eyes, swaying into him.  His hands moved up the backs of her legs and wrapped around her hips.

He released her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts.  “I thought you were gonna wash my hair.”

She snapped out of her sexual stupor enough to begin washing his
tresses, scratching his scalp with her nails.  He grasped the other nipple with his lips and pulled, his whiskers scratching at the tender skin and making her jump.

They both purred at the same time.  She pulled his head back releasing him from the rosy tip of her breast and kissed him.

Well, truth be told it was a lot more than a kiss because she had completely forgotten about his hair.  All she wanted was him inside of her.

Now.

He stood quickly and lifted her easily.  He walked back under the spray to get the shampoo out of his hair, the bubbles streaming between their bodies.  Without leaning her against the tiled shower wall, he kept one forearm under her ass and then hooked the other under her knee.  She was completely open to him and finally he walked her back into the wall, placing her back against the cool tile.

“You’re not gonna wash me, too?” she breathed.

“I wanna get you dirty first.”

Before she could respond, he pushed into her, anchoring her to the wall.  They both let out whooshes of air then stayed still, relishing the moment of connection.

“This old position again?” she teased while whimpering at the same time, letting her head fall onto his shoulder.  She didn’t think she could hold up its weight anymore. 

“It does seem to be our ‘go to’ position, doesn’t it?”  He pulled out then pushed back in with considerable force, moving her up the wall.  She gasped.  “It’s so ho-hum, I know,” he groaned, pulling out then slamming back in again.  “I hope you’re not bored with it yet because it happens to be my favorite.”

He was sucking her jaw and she was pulling at his hair, trying to get some leverage.

Then he began to move.  And she was lost.  Like a dance, he took the lead, holding her close and moving to the beat of a song only heard in his head.  Then he began to whisper in her ear, matching the rhythm of his movements with the words he sang softly to her.

“‘O, your sex takes me to paradise, o your sex takes me to paradise. You make me feel like, like I’ve been locked out of heaven, for too loooooonnnng.’”  They were the words from the popular Bruno Mars song.

She loved this man.  He could make her smile and laugh, while sexin’ her up better than any man could.  She grabbed his face and smiled.

“I love you, you dork.”

“Say that again, baby,” he said.  He rested his lips on hers and loved her against the shower wall, holding her steady to take every inch of him while he pounded into her.

“I love you,” she moaned.  “Are you gonna ‘take me to paradise’?” she teased, finishing the lyric from the song.  Then he hit that spot inside her.  “I love – you,” she gasped out, her breath hitching.  “Mike,” she moaned as she began to climax around him.  She let out a groan which turned into a yell.   “Mike!”

He groaned into her mouth, moving faster and faster until she felt like the imprint of the tiles would be forever pressed into the skin of her back.  He finally let out a low choppy sound and pushed into her one last time, holding her tightly to him.  Then he stood there, catching his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm,” she said feeling like dead weight.  “Better than okay.  But now that you’ve dirtied me up, I think it’s time you cleaned me.  Then I need to eat something.  I’m starving.”

“You got it, baby.  Come here,” he murmured, letting her down and slipping out of her at the same time.  “Get under the shower head.”

She did and he paid her the same attention with his soapy hands that she did him until she was nearly panting.  By the time he was done washing her hair, she wanted to take a chunk out of him, she wanted him so badly.

She refrained.  She really was hungry.

……

They sat in the living room, scarfing down bagels with cream cheese and drinking coffee.  It was already close to three in the afternoon and Mike mentioned he would need to call Lacey to check in.

“No, you don’t,” Emily said in between bites.

He raised an eyebrow in question.

“He wanted me to remind you that you have the rest of today off and you have tomorrow off, too.  Something about how he owed you for covering for him or something.”

“Oh, right.  Nice.”  He watched her.  “That first night I slept over.  Lacey was on call but asked me to cover at the last minute.  That’s why I left.”  He gave her a pointed look.

“I thought it was something I’d said,” she said dryly.  “Consideri
ng that was the ‘morning after’.”

He smiled around his food.  “Given all of your drunken confessions that night, the last thing I wanted to do was leave.  If Lacey hadn’t have been in a bind you definitely would’ve woken up with me next to you.”

His words warmed her immediately and he was looking at her with such tenderness her breath caught.  She put her food down then took the food out of his hand to put on the coffee table.  She crawled over and straddled him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him.

After a moment she pulled back and touched his scruffy face.

“Hi,” he said quietly, his gaze probing into hers.

“Hi.”

“I have a confession of my own to make.”

She stiffened, immediately tense.  Had he lied to her?  Had there been someone else during their two week hiatus?  It killed her that was the first thought that popped into her head even though she was sure he’d been honest with her earlier.  He would’ve used a condom with her if he had.  Old tapes of past relationships were hard to erase.

His hands calmed her by moving up and down her back, then reaching under her sweatshirt to touch her skin.  They were so warm that she arched into them.

“What’s your confession?” she whispered.

He took a hand and cupped her face rubbing her jaw with his thumb.  “Over the last two weeks,” he began.

She stilled.  “Yeah?”

“I did something that I probably shouldn’t have done.  Something that I don’t think you’ll be happy about.”

His eyes looked into hers.

“What?” 
Oh, God.  What did he do?

He let out a long sigh.  “You’re gonna yell at me, so try to restrain yourself, okay?”

“Mike, if you don’t spit it out –”  She was getting anxious.

“I did a background check on the dickless wonder.”

Oh.  Was that all?
  She let go of her held breath in relief.

“Okay.”

“That’s it?  You’re not pissed?”  He looked at her warily.

She shook her head and smiled at his nervousness.  She figured she should tell him she saw him again, but she was also curious what he’d found out.

“Why did you do one?”

“I don’t like him,” he grumbled.

She chuckled.  “Me either.  Rest assured, he’s probably done one on you, too,” she said, remembering what Scott had said in the coffee shop.

“Let him.  I hope he gets in touch with me,” Mike said with a deceptively quiet tone, but Emily could feel the shift in his arm muscles around her.  They were trying to remain relaxed, but they felt tight and bunched.

“What did you find out?  Anything interesting?”

“He works in the building right next to yours.”  He watched her with curiosity.