“Please,” I begged, not sure what I asking for.

There was no hesitating, no more thinking. His hands moved quickly, clawing and shoving my clothes off. I worked with him, desperate to be free of anything that would keep me from getting what I wanted. I kicked off my shoes as Mike focused on the sensitive area between my neck and collarbone, and then he slid his body to my side slightly, allowing me to lift my hips so he could yank my pants down my legs. I jerked my feet, frantically trying to shed the cotton.

I wasn’t sure where his shirt had gone, or when he’d disposed of it, but I was too distracted by the deep ridges of his stomach I’d seen earlier to actually care. The lines felt as good as they looked and made me want to touch more of him. Mike was strong and hard in all the right places.

Including his dick, which was finally making an appearance, jabbing me in the inner thigh every time one of us moved. I slid my hand down, away from the abs I loved so much, over the defined hip bones, into his jeans, and under the band of his boxer briefs. The lack of hair intrigued me, but I’d focus on that later. Right now, all I wanted was my prize.

Mike growled, grabbing my wandering fingers and pulling them away from him, forcing my arm up over my head. Within seconds, he’d captured my other as well and pushed it to the top of the bed. Securing both my wrists with one of his giant hands, he braced his weight on his free elbow and smirked down at me. “They stay there.”

Before I could argue, or insist that I needed to touch him more than I needed my next breath, he lowered his mouth to my neck and worked his way down the center of my chest, tongue warm and wet, blazing a trail that left the rest of me scorched. As he reached my bra, he released my hands to pull the thin cotton down just enough to free my breasts, not bothering to unbuckle it.

“Fuck.” The word was more of a breath of surprise than a curse as my cleavage spilled over. His eyes darted back to mine as fingers played with one of my nipple rings, flicking it gently, making me moan. He twisted the metal again, causing my lower body to grind against his, and then his mouth replaced his fingers, teeth and tongue pulling on the bar. Never breaking eye contact, he moved to the other peak and sucked the tip into his mouth, pulling his head back and stretching me. I moaned and lowered my arms, knotting my fingers in his hair, yanking him closer, silently begging for more.

Instead of moving into me, Mike jerked away. He narrowed his eyes briefly as he pushed my hands back above my head. “Don’t fucking move them.” He was so serious, so animated, that I almost started to giggle. The smile fell from my lips as soon as his teeth closed around a nipple again. Within minutes I was writhing and grinding against him while my hands clutched the pillow under my head.

His fingers drew unrecognizable pictures as they tickled over my ribs, and he suckled, kissed, and nipped his way down my body. His tongue circled around my belly button, dipping into it briefly as if to distract my mind from the fact that his hands had wandered south as well, finding my panties.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, his head moved over the softness of my stomach as his fingers traced the outline of my pussy. My breath came in short spurts, chest rising and falling quickly as his fingers moved between my folds, teasing, focusing on my clit. I bit my lip, weaving my fingers together, trying to keep my hands where he’d instructed.

Too soon, he moved his fingers away, and before I could protest, his mouth was there, tongue replacing his fingers. It was the ultimate tease. I could feel the heat of his breath, the wetness from his saliva, but the cotton was in the way. I craved more. Without thinking, I yanked my hands down, trying to direct him to the spot that needed his immediate attention.

Mike reared back on his knees, glaring. “Put your fucking hands by the pillow, Molly.” His voice was eerily low, but I didn’t move. “Don’t make me tie them.” I knew it wasn’t an idle threat, and for some insane reason, the idea excited me. Yet I did what I was told.

He waited until they were secured under my pillow, then reached out and ripped my panties off. A surprised yelp fell from my mouth, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Instead, he focused on the exposed part of me.

“So fucking wet.” He muttered as a single calloused knuckle invaded me, starting at the bottom and sliding its way to the top, spreading my juices. He leaned back down between my legs, biting the inside of my thigh as his mouth moved closer to me. I ground myself against him, gasping for air and ready to beg. “So wet, just for me.”

His eyes found mine as he slid his mouth to the place I wanted it the most, dropping a single kiss. Giving me a shit eating grin, he lifted just enough to make me think he was pulling away. I gasped, begging him not to stop. His grin only grew wider, and he bit his bottom lip seductively as he slid both of his hands up to my boobs, each finding a hardened nub and pinching.

When his tongue finally stretched out, tasting me, I jumped in surprise. He was a goddamn pro, meticulous, using teeth, tongue, and fingers. I tried to watch him, mesmerized by what he was doing, but it only took seconds before I closed my eyes, tipping my head back, and cried out. I longed to touch him, to hold his hands, to sink my fingernails into his back.

Every inch of my body was alive, every nerve on end. My toes curled and my legs jerked up, closing around his ears. I knew I was close, but when his hands slid under my ass, grabbing it so hard his fingernails definitely left marks, and lifted me to him as he hummed against me, I crashed over the edge.

He didn’t stop.

Instead of letting me drift back to earth peacefully and reciprocate, he took it as his own personal mission to keep working me until I was a pile of mush with nothing left to give. My voice was practically gone, hoarse from moaning and yelling, ‘Oh, my God,’ on repeat, but I reached for him as he finally released his hold on me.

“Mike, I…” I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you” seemed stupid and “Holy fucking shit that was amazing” was too much. I wanted to give him what he had given me, but I couldn’t find the energy to even sit up.

He shook his head as he wiped his chin and beamed at me. “Sleep, baby. Just sleep.”

“Not without you,” I managed to mumble, even though my eyes were trying to defy me and close without permission.

Thankfully, he smiled and nodded, moving next to me on the bed and pulling me into his arms, tucking them around me and holding me tight. I was safe, completely at ease, and utterly satisfied for the first time in forever. My brain didn’t try to keep me awake thinking about things I couldn’t change or things I should worry about. This fog was a million times better than one of my drunk fogs.

Mike chuckled when I told him that, kissing my forehead and telling me I needed sleep. I agreed, but one last thought hit me. “There’s only one bed in here. Where were you supposed to sleep?”

He didn’t answer, tucking his chin into my neck and kissing me instead.

*****

Every part of me was sore. I groaned as I rolled onto my back, ready to curse my personal trainer, but that hurt too much and I moved back to my side. I scratched my arm absentmindedly, suddenly realizing I was naked. I stilled, trying to figure out if I was alone, as memories from the night before bubbled to the front of my mind.

Mike!

My eyes flew open, but I was alone in the bed. I told myself it was fine, that it was better that he wasn’t there, but disappointment washed over me anyway. He was amazing, and funny, and hotter than hell. And I was a train wreck. He was so out of my league.

Last night had been… I bit my lip trying to think of the right word to describe it. It had been unbelievable. My body still felt like it was glowing from all the attention it received. But it had also been a mistake.