tensed
around his words. Dark, wiry whiskers dusted his face. He rubbed his chin, looking
around the room, his gaze avoiding her.
“I thought they would stop, or … once I gave them
their appetizers they’d back off.” Cara sighed, looking away. Movement
flickered in her peripheral vision.
Mick’s bare feet brushed across the floor. The
roughened skin of his palm landed on her shoulder, sliding down her arm. His
touch sank deep, as if tattooing lines into her flesh.
“You didn’t like me stepping in?” he asked, his
brows pulled together.
“I don’t need a babysitter. I
told you before…”
“What do you need, Cara?” Mick’s question was a
rough whisper. His face closed in on hers. Minty breaths wafted in her face. The
smell of his shower clung to the insides of her nose, scenting every breath she
drew in.
What
does he mean?
“Well?” His other hand settled on her opposite
shoulder. Mick’s touch was a weight Cara had often wondered about, the
welcoming of a man’s body against and maybe over hers. Her hidden need awakened,
spreading a fluttering weightlessness throughout her body.
What’s
happening? This is Mick! We’ve been friends since we were like five!
His hooded eyes reflected an image Cara had never
seen. A facet of him was glowing, shining like a rare gemstone that was
suddenly being unveiled. The old cloak Cara always saw on Mick was now gone. He
was draped with something else, something frightening, yet thrilling. She
trembled, feeling a fault-line of excitement rip through her, tearing her in
two. Her mind ran in opposite directions. His gaze moved across her neck and
over her chest, her skin flaming in the path of his gaze.
Mick lifted one hand. His finger drew a slow line
over her jaw, down her neck, where it skimmed across her collarbone. He lightly
caressed the skin there, then looked up, a light now
illuminated within.
Cara’s lips parted. Words tangled in her mouth.
Unsure of their order, she remained silent.
Mick spoke again, his voice deep and thickening. “I’d
like to know what it is that you do need and might want. We should both let
each other in on that … don’t you think?”
Cara gasped. Her head felt dizzy, almost inebriated
with him, as if injected with white lightning. What was he exactly saying? Her
heart raced, pulsing in her throat. Was this the innuendo that she’d read about
so many times? Did he want that, and with her?
Chapter
Fifteen
He had her. He’d gotten her thinking. Cara stood in
front of him, her mouth open and speechless. Her chest rose, lifting the slight
curves of her breasts. Mick tried not to stare. He’d noticed her budding
nipples beneath her tank top when she’d emerged from the bathroom, how her body
responded to the cooler air of the room.
I have
to kiss her. Fuck it!
He couldn’t wait. She was killing him slowly. Mick
was dying from unspoken words and pent-up feelings. He was about to erupt. There
was much to lose, but if he didn’t take the chance, he’d never know.
Just
one kiss, something for her to meditate on.
Mick couldn’t reveal his knowledge of the books. He’d
act on that another time. If there was a next time?
He leaned in closer. Her sweetened smell had him
chewing his cheek with a raw hunger. When their noses touched, her eyes clamped
shut. Mick grazed her chin with his thumb and index finger, then angled his mouth over hers.
She pulled a rush of air through her nose before his
lips touched hers. Her mouth was hot and moist, her lips gummy with a lip balm
that flavored his mouth like a sugared confection.
Mick so wanted her to touch him, even the slightest
stroke of a finger. Her hands hung at her sides, as if dazed by all that was
happening.
He felt her lips relax under his. Mick opened his
mouth slightly, not wanting to intimidate her. He lightly touched her upper lip
with his tongue, his insides quaking. His cock curled against his sweatpants. His
balls were full of fire, ready to surge with
around his words. Dark, wiry whiskers dusted his face. He rubbed his chin, looking
around the room, his gaze avoiding her.
“I thought they would stop, or … once I gave them
their appetizers they’d back off.” Cara sighed, looking away. Movement
flickered in her peripheral vision.
Mick’s bare feet brushed across the floor. The
roughened skin of his palm landed on her shoulder, sliding down her arm. His
touch sank deep, as if tattooing lines into her flesh.
“You didn’t like me stepping in?” he asked, his
brows pulled together.
“I don’t need a babysitter. I
told you before…”
“What do you need, Cara?” Mick’s question was a
rough whisper. His face closed in on hers. Minty breaths wafted in her face. The
smell of his shower clung to the insides of her nose, scenting every breath she
drew in.
What
does he mean?
“Well?” His other hand settled on her opposite
shoulder. Mick’s touch was a weight Cara had often wondered about, the
welcoming of a man’s body against and maybe over hers. Her hidden need awakened,
spreading a fluttering weightlessness throughout her body.
What’s
happening? This is Mick! We’ve been friends since we were like five!
His hooded eyes reflected an image Cara had never
seen. A facet of him was glowing, shining like a rare gemstone that was
suddenly being unveiled. The old cloak Cara always saw on Mick was now gone. He
was draped with something else, something frightening, yet thrilling. She
trembled, feeling a fault-line of excitement rip through her, tearing her in
two. Her mind ran in opposite directions. His gaze moved across her neck and
over her chest, her skin flaming in the path of his gaze.
Mick lifted one hand. His finger drew a slow line
over her jaw, down her neck, where it skimmed across her collarbone. He lightly
caressed the skin there, then looked up, a light now
illuminated within.
Cara’s lips parted. Words tangled in her mouth.
Unsure of their order, she remained silent.
Mick spoke again, his voice deep and thickening. “I’d
like to know what it is that you do need and might want. We should both let
each other in on that … don’t you think?”
Cara gasped. Her head felt dizzy, almost inebriated
with him, as if injected with white lightning. What was he exactly saying? Her
heart raced, pulsing in her throat. Was this the innuendo that she’d read about
so many times? Did he want that, and with her?
Chapter
Fifteen
He had her. He’d gotten her thinking. Cara stood in
front of him, her mouth open and speechless. Her chest rose, lifting the slight
curves of her breasts. Mick tried not to stare. He’d noticed her budding
nipples beneath her tank top when she’d emerged from the bathroom, how her body
responded to the cooler air of the room.
I have
to kiss her. Fuck it!
He couldn’t wait. She was killing him slowly. Mick
was dying from unspoken words and pent-up feelings. He was about to erupt. There
was much to lose, but if he didn’t take the chance, he’d never know.
Just
one kiss, something for her to meditate on.
Mick couldn’t reveal his knowledge of the books. He’d
act on that another time. If there was a next time?
He leaned in closer. Her sweetened smell had him
chewing his cheek with a raw hunger. When their noses touched, her eyes clamped
shut. Mick grazed her chin with his thumb and index finger, then angled his mouth over hers.
She pulled a rush of air through her nose before his
lips touched hers. Her mouth was hot and moist, her lips gummy with a lip balm
that flavored his mouth like a sugared confection.
Mick so wanted her to touch him, even the slightest
stroke of a finger. Her hands hung at her sides, as if dazed by all that was
happening.
He felt her lips relax under his. Mick opened his
mouth slightly, not wanting to intimidate her. He lightly touched her upper lip
with his tongue, his insides quaking. His cock curled against his sweatpants. His
balls were full of fire, ready to surge with
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