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Authors: Ava McKnight
Champagne Cravings (21 page)
“Michael,” I mumbled as my body bowed off the bed, my hips
lifting to press myself against his mouth more firmly. I cupped my breasts and
toyed with the tight nipples, rolling and pinching them as he pushed me to that
beautiful precipice.
While he continued to lick me, two of his long, tapered
fingers plunged into me again and he pumped fast as my hips undulated to his
rhythm.
“Yes,” I whispered in a harsh voice. “Just like that. Make
me come. Please make come.”
Everything inside me felt tight and tingly and fiery. As
much as I loved how sensational it all was, and tried once more to prolong it,
I desperately needed the release. He gave it to me.
His fingers stroked me quickly and he suckled the knot of
nerves between my legs and, suddenly, everything coursing through me collided
and erupted and I cried out his name again.
He pushed deeper and I clenched his fingers, riding out the
powerful orgasm. Mike seemed to be in no particular hurry. In fact, he kept up
the stroking and the licking as I burned from the inside out.
Eventually, I flattened a palm against his shoulder and gave
it a light shove. “You have to stop. I’ll either spontaneously combust or I’ll
die of want.”
His head popped up from between my legs, his brow lifted.
“Die of want?”
“Yeah. Die of wanting you inside me.”
“Can’t have that,” he murmured as he moved away and stripped
off his jeans.
I watched him undress and roll a condom he’d extracted from
the front pocket of his Levi’s down his thick shaft. I remembered how he’d
looked a week ago, when he’d used my shower. Interestingly, I’d found him
fiercely attractive as he’d stood in my bathroom in all his tempting nudity and
every time thereafter when I’d seen him naked, I’d thought he was even hotter.
Sexier. Tonight, I was convinced no man had been sculpted so perfectly.
Just a week ago, I’d thought I could play with fire and not
get burned. That I could beg him to fuck me just once and then be done with it.
Be done with him. Yet, as he climbed into bed with me, my gaze locked on every
inch of his masculine magnificence, I knew I could never have been with him
just once, regardless of my supposed convictions.
The fact was, I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t get
close enough to him as he settled between my legs and sank into my wet and oh
so ready cunt. I couldn’t get enough of his searing kisses and his skillful
hands on my body. I couldn’t get enough of the electric current that naturally
arced between us, creating both a physical jolt that rocked me to the core, but
also a visceral bond that satisfied my emotional needs.
This was the intimacy I’d longed for my entire adult life.
I’d found it with Mike Lucas, the reformed womanizer who was still one
delicious bad boy.
My
bad boy.
And for the first time, I realized that previously thinking
he was almost completely irresistible had been a ridiculous notion to latch on
to. There was no
almost
about it. I was hopelessly lost in his
lovemaking, in the way he stared deep into my eyes, in the way he made me come.
No way could I walk away from this. He was one-hundred percent irresistible.
With a dreamy sigh as I held him to me and moved with him, I
said, “I hope you brought more than one condom.”
He kissed me softly, then resumed the intense eye contact
that made my heart flutter. “Oh, yeah. But I’ll be visiting the drugstore first
thing tomorrow morning. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
My cunt clenched at his words and he groaned.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Squeeze me tight.”
I did, clenching and releasing as our tempo increased. He
thrust more forcefully into me, sending me to all-new heights of arousal.
We didn’t break the eye contact as he made love to me. And
when we came together, our cries of pleasure filling the quiet room, I knew one
true and sound absolution. We really were meant for each other.
Stopping to Smell the Roses.
(Or, in This Case, the Ocean.)
After successfully making it through the first full month of
our committed, sexually
and
emotionally charged relationship, Mike and I
found ourselves in-between investigative gigs and decided to try our hand at
vacationing together.
We both agreed on the Riviera Maya and booked a cozy room at
a small resort nestled amongst lush foliage and located at the water’s edge.
With our toes in the sand, the ocean undulating before us and the warm sun
caressing our skin, we sipped margaritas and enjoyed a respite from the hustle
and bustle of New York City, our chaotic careers and the insanity of finding
that simpatico niche with each other.
Without doubt, we were finally on the same page.
“Should we snorkel today?” he asked as we lounged in plush,
comfy chairs and a waiter refreshed our cocktails. “See what’s out there in
that big, blue ocean?”
“How about tomorrow?” I suggested, having no desire to move
from this particular spot. Besides, Mike shirtless and wearing a pair of
navy-and-white board shorts was currently the only visual in which I was
interested.
With a chuckle, he said, “Okay. Whatever you want.” As
casual as can be, which had, over time, eased my OCD. We were perfect together.
Unfortunately, my ringing cell phone interrupted our
tranquility. I’d slipped it into my beach bag in the event my mother tried to
reach me. She didn’t respond well to voicemail. She believed if you carried a
cell phone, you were always available. Especially when you knew it was your
mother calling.
I set aside my margarita and answered, though it wasn’t her.
“This is Lacey,” I said, my tone as casual as Mike’s.
“Miss Mansfield,” a deep, no-nonsense voice on the other end
filled my ear. “This is Jacob Holden, CEO of Holden Industries. Mav Linnear
recommended I contact you regarding a slight…problem…I have.”
Perking up, I asked, “What can I do for you?”
He briefly relayed the highlights of his predicament and my
toes tingled with excitement.
“I’ll be back in the States on Monday,” I told him. “Is that
soon enough to meet with you?”
“At my office. I’ll send you the information.”
“Wonderful. And, by the way, feel free to call me Lacey.”
“I’ll see you on Monday, Miss Mansfield.”
Hmm. One of those…
I disconnected the call and dropped the phone into the bag,
where it landed on a beach towel.
Mike leaned over and kissed me just below the ear, sending a
shiver of exhilaration along my spine. “Who’s your date with?”
“Holden Industries. Misappropriated funds. No paper trail.”
Mike whistled under his breath. “That’ll be a fun case.”
Indeed.
He continued to kiss my neck, then whispered, “Hey, I forgot
to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I think we should move in together.”
My heart fluttered. “Like a serious couple?”
“I am saving up for a ring.”
I likely would have lost my footing had I been standing.
“Mike Lucas. Whoever would have thought…?”
He grinned at me. “Is that an informal yes…to both
suggestions?”
“You can consider them formal acceptances, if you want.”
My lack of hesitation deepened his smile. “You know I’m
going to hold you to that.”
“No worries there,” I said as I settled back in my chair and
reached for my drink. “I’m in love, remember?”
Finally
, Lacey Mansfield had struck the right balance
with the universe.
And I had the fearless supermodel and the gorgeous
super-hunk to thank for it…
Multi-published and award-winning author Ava McKnight’s love
of romantic fiction began as a teenager. She holds degrees in General Studies
and Communications and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. Most
recently, she worked in PR, writing speeches and Congressional testimonies.
Ava is a member of Romance Writers of America and one of its
Phoenix chapters, Desert Rose. She has served as a Board member, Newsletter
Director, National Contest Chairperson and Arbitration Co-Chair. She is also
published in romantic fiction as Calista Fox.
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Champagne & Cravings
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