I tug Ella eagerly toward the front down, shoving people out of my way. When we step outside, I grab her arm, whirl her around, and pick her up, urging her legs around my waist. “Where’s you’re car?” I ask, pressing her warm body against me. She loops her arms around the back of my neck and her eyes sparkle underneath the streetlights. “It’s parked out back.” I turn into the alley and walk blindly down it as I kiss her fiercely. I trip over the curb at the end, but I regain my balance without breaking the kiss. My hand grips her ass and the other one explores the soft skin of her thigh. “Did you wear this skirt just for me, so I’d have easy access, ” I murmur against her lips as I inch my fingers up it. Laughing against my mouth, she pinches my ass. “You at least have to get us in the car before you start doing stuff to me.” “Yeah right.” I caress her tongue with mine, tasting her thoroughly, before pull away. “I’m planning on throwing you down on the hood right here, right now.”
“They went to raid the vending machine.” His eyes roam across my body and my skin tingles. “So it’s just you and me.” I bite down on my lip. “So it is.” He slides his legs off the bed and lets his unyielding gaze weigh on me for a moment. “I should probably take a shower.” He has a look on his face like he’s entertaining himself. Without saying another word, he grabs some clothes and struts off to the bathroom doing that sexy walk he does when he knows someone’s watching him. I end up passing out and when I wake up, the room is dark and soundless. The blankets are pulled over me and someone’s warm breath feathers against my cheeks. I was under the impression that I’d be sharing a bed with Lila, but I’m hoping the warm body sleeping very close to me isn’t her. “Are you awake?” Micha whispers. I let my eyes adjust to the dark and make out the outline of his face. “Kind of. “ I can hear him sucking on his lip ring. “I can’t sleep. I have too much pent up energy.” “Over what?” I utter softly. “Over you,” he says in a low voice. “And the fact that you’re sleeping only inches away from me without a bra on and all I want to do is touch you. It’s driving me crazy.” I crave his touch, so slowly, I hitch my leg over his hip. His breathing speeds up and then the palm of his hand slides up my bare leg, leaving a trail of heat along my skin. He doesn’t say a word as his hand...
She fiddles with the button on the front of my jeans and deep groan escapes my throat as we collapse onto the mattress. “God, I’ve fucking missed this.” She leans away, with a smile quirking at the corners of her lips. “Is that the only reason you’ve missed me? Because you needed to get laid?” I brush strands of her auburn hair out her face. “No, I miss everything. Your laugh, your smile, the way you pretend to be mad at me, when really you think I’m funny.” I kiss her cheek softly. “I miss the way you taste.” I press my lips to her jawline and her neck arches. “The way you smell.” I suck on her neck, rolling my tongue along her skin as my hand glides up her thigh and to the edge of her panties. “The way you feel.” I slip my fingers inside her and a moan falters her lips as her body bows up. “Micha…” Her eyes get lost as I feel her the way I’ve wanted to for the last month. “Yeah, I miss that too,” I say and reconnect my lips with hers.
“You have got to be kidding me?” I mumble as Micha struts into the kitchen with a pleased grin on his face as he rubs his hands together. “No way. Music was not part of the deal.” He braces his hands on the doorframe and the light highlights the muscles on his chest and the shameless blaze in his aqua eyes. “Now most guys would have gone with some sexy song you had to dance to, but I’m a lyrical man myself and I think this song fits perfectly.” The lyrics make my cheeks heat. “In no way shape or form did I offer up a striptease.” His tongue slips slowly out of his mouth and when he pulls it back in, he draws his lip ring with it as his fingers comb through his disheveled hair, leaving strands sticking up. “Pay up, pretty girl.” Pressing my lips firmly together to bury my nerves, I reach around to the back of my bra, and unclamp it. Wavering temporarily, I inhale an insecure breath, release the fabric from my fingers, and allow it to fall to the floor. His eyes drift to my chest, unashamed, as he sips a beer. When he pulls the bottle away from his lips, he makes a motion with his finger. “Continue.” I want to smack him upside the head, but unbutton my jeans. With my knees shaking, I step out of them and stand vulnerable in the spotlight, something I despise. Thankfully, I’m wearing boy-cut panties so at least my ass is covered. His eyes lazily move up my long legs, across my bare stomach, finally residing on my eyes. “You can sit down now,” he says like he’s the boss. Proving a point, I walk across the kitchen and steal a beer from the fridge. “I don’t have to sit down just because you tell me to—” Warm fingers grip my side and reel me around, snatching the beer from my hand as my back presses against the fridge door. Micha stands only a sliver of space away from me, eyes fierce, lips tantalizing, his expression yearning with need. He leans in to kiss me, but my hand against pushes at his chest, and his bare skin is warm as I hold him back. “No way. You didn’t win anything but a show.” Lowering my head, I duck under his arm, but he snags my wrist and pins it above my head kind of rough. We’re drunk and neither of us are thinking rationally, but my interest in what’s coming renders me motionless.