Read Online One Week (HaleStorm) by Elisabeth Staab - Free Book Online Page B

pointer finger. “Here?”
    “Yes-s-s.”
    He popped the front clasp on her bra, biting that same shoulder gently as he slid it and her blouse from her arms. He played for a while, testing to see what she liked best, wringing gasps and moans. Nipping along her back. Trailing fingers down her arms and taking delight in the goose bumps that popped up in the wake of his touch.
    Scraping sounds as Elise tried to dig her fingers into the metal of the door but there was nothing for her to gain purchase. “Michael, I don’t think....”
    “You’re right, we should both stop thinking for now.” His fingers crept downward, to the waist of her skirt, where he encountered a small loop in her navel. “Aha, so you still have one here.”
    “Uh-huh.” She bit her lip.
    “But not here?” He brought his hands to her breasts again, this time in a full on caress, loving the look and feel of the pale, freckled skin held in his fingers.
    She shook her head. “I injured my back and had to get an MRI. They made me take all the metal out of my body. I didn’t bother putting most of them back.”
    His finger circled her navel. “So why this one?”
    Her body trembled against his hands. One shoulder lifted. “I thought it was cute.”
    “No.” He blew on the back of her neck, smiling at the scrunch of her shoulder blades. “Not cute. Sexy.”
    “Whatever whips your meringue, Mr. Hale.”
    “Don’t call me that when we’re getting naked.”
    She grinned over her shoulder. “Okay.”
    His fingers found her zipper and pulled. He tugged again until the skirt lay in a pool at her feet, and the only thing that stood between him and heaven was her lacy black underwear. His fingers tingled at the prospect of sliding them down her thighs.
    “So tell me.” Michael’s teeth grazed the lobe of Elise’s ear. “Were you ever pierced... down here?” His palm skimmed the damp scrap of lace and satin between her thighs.
    Elise’s teeth sank into her lip. She trembled in response, and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
    Michael chuckled. “You were?” The thought made his balls throb harder. He gripped her left hip hard with his free hand. The other he used to make slow, easy circles with his middle-two fingers. “I guess you are naughtier than I realized.”
    Her laugh, breathy and infused with surprise, made him want to fuck her up against the door right then and there. He wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He’d waited this long, and they may only have tonight. This, he would savor. He slid his fingertips along the curve of her hip, and hooked his finger under the edge of her barely-there lace thong.
    Elise lifted her head. “Hey, is that your phone buzzing?”
    “Fuck.” He paused to listen.
    Spinning, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa and pulled his phone from the pocket. “I’m sorry, it’s Tom. He wouldn’t call this late if it wasn’t important.” He walked to the bathroom to grab his robe for her while he took the call.
    “What’s going on, Tom?”
    “Hey there. Sorry to call so late but that thing I said could keep until morning? It can’t. I’ve got your brother with me. I tried to hold him off when he called earlier and I just found him waiting outside the offices.”
    Michael looked to Elise, red-hair spilling in waves over one shoulder, pulling his terry cloth robe around her. Her lips opened with apparent curiosity.
    Michael growled into the phone. “Tell me,” he said.
    ***
    B ack across the hall, Elise got in a blistering shower and berated herself for letting things get out of hand the way they had. She’d sworn she was over him. She was going to be professional. He was married—getting a divorce—but still. Did she honestly know she could trust Michael? God, this was the sort of thing that had led her mother down the road to misery.
    She got out and put Michael’s robe back on, telling herself she’d only worn in across the hall because doing so had been more expedient than getting dressed. He’d