Page 73 of Pipe Dreams
“It’s not casual at all. Not to me.”
“But if I conceive, then there’s a new person who’s smack in the middle of all our old troubles. It’s complicated. I need to think about that.”
Now he turned to look her in the eye. “So youarethinking about it, then?”
Busted. It had been hard to think of anything else, but she didn’t admit it. She just held his gaze.
Mike looked away first. “You take all the time you need. I’ll just sit here and mind my own business. Forget I’m even here.”
He took a swig of his beer, and a different singer waltzed onto the stage to a round of applause.
Lauren tried to watch the show. But his nearness was the mother of all distractions. And he took her hand again. A couple of minutes later he dragged a roughened finger up the sensitive skin at the inside of her forearm. When he reached her inner elbow, she stopped breathing. And when he lifted her palm to his lips, she bit the inside of her cheek.
The new singer was, if possible, worse than the first. She had a warbly voice and she’d chosen an old jazz standard that deserved better.
Mike let out a giant groan.
“Something the matter?” Lauren asked, her voice a little rougher than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, there is. We could be making a baby right now, and we’re watchingthis.”
“That’s just the postgame horniness talking,” she said with as much nonchalance as she could summon.
“Oh, it’s talking. But not so loudly that I can’t hear myself think.”
“Mike, I need time.”
He looked at his watch, and then back at the screen.When approximately one minute had passed, he muted the show, then leaned in and kissed her neck.
“Mike,” she warned. His lips moved sensuously down her neck, dropping soft kisses. His beard tickled her collarbone and the shiver that resulted seemed to vibrate everywhere.
“You want to send me home?” He tongued her earlobe, then sucked it into his mouth.
Shedidn’twant to send him home—not when he was making love to the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. Her hands found their way onto his chest. He covered them with one of his and then his mouth covered hers, hot and determined. With a moan, she opened for him. Their tongues met and melded.
Mike: 1, self-control: 0.
“I need you,” he grunted, rolling on top of her. “We need each other.”
With his tongue in her mouth, it was hard to argue the point. Everything was heat and motion. She let herself be stoked like a campfire. Using his tongue and his very skilled hands, he built her into a raging, crackling flame. He tugged at her clothes, and she was too pliant to care as they were stripped away piece by piece, along with his.
Skin to skin, they kissed until her lips were swollen and her heart held nothing but willingness and desire. He whispered sweet words into her ear as his thick fingers slid down her body and into the juncture of her thighs. “So soft and ready for me,” he rasped against her lips.
She tugged his head closer and kissed him again.More action, please. Less talking.
“Lauren,” he said gently. He was straddling her, his cockhead teasing her clit. He was poised on his elbows above her body, dark eyes glittering. “Do you want me to find a condom?”
Did she?
She considered the question while he plundered hermouth with another knee-melting kiss. She was throbbing, her legs splayed open, her heart whirling.This, her body chanted.This. And more of this.
“Lo,” he pressed, his fingers stroking her mercilessly. “We can do this either way. But you have to tell me. Condom?”
Slowly, she shook her head.
He gave her the hottest smile she’d ever seen. Then he grabbed both her hands and pressed them against the bed. But when he pushed inside, his cocky grin slid right off his face. “Oh, fuck.Oh. You feel so fucking good.”
She couldn’t comment because she was too busy climaxing. Pleasure ripped through her body unexpectedly. She whimpered and shook.
