As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Emma suddenly removed
her hands from his shoulders. Lord, just let him finish up and get the hell out
of there while he could still walk.
Chapter 8
Emma quietly watched Mike while his fingers gently examined
the cut, growing warm when it dawned on her how intimate their positions were.
She should never have let him talk her into this, but it was too late to do
anything about it now. She tensed every time his knuckles brushed dangerously
close to the apex between her legs.
To make matters worse she knew she was responding to his
nearness, female to male. Every time his gaze met hers, her belly fluttered in
response, with every smile he bestowed upon her, the deep timbre of his voice
running over her like thick molasses, the tingle of awareness all affected her.
Lord she prayed she wasn’t obvious. Before long she began to squirm against the
marble, wishing it was over and she could run and get a robe.
She felt horribly exposed beneath the glare of the bright
lights. For the first time she wished she’d told the developer not to add the second
mirrored wall. However, at the time she’d been opting for the illusion of a
bigger bathroom. Now her gaze was on the mirror across from her, taking in
Mike’s backside, the tautness of his buttocks when he moved and the way his wide
shoulders filled out his shirt. Then she looked at the back of his head.
Noticing how thick and rich his hair was and wondering what it would feel like
to run her fingers through it, if it was as silky as it looked. It was a little
on the long side, brushing against the collar of the black shirt.
She couldn’t take the silence any longer or the brush of his
fingers against her ultra sensitive skin, producing responses in her body that
would soon become evident. It was all she could do not to clench her thighs
together to ease the throbbing of her clit.
“Will I live, Doctor?”
He didn’t even glance up. “Yep.”
Emma could only guess Mike was satisfied there was no glass
in it when he began to douse the wound with peroxide. She stiffened, and sucked
in her breath, then watched in shock as he leaned in and began to blow to ease
the sting.
Oh my god, does he know what he’s doing?
He was putting out
one small flame but replacing it with a rapidly growing inferno. The heat of
his breath licked at her sensitive skin, teasing the fine hairs there and
making her tingle.
Worse, Emma felt a pool of hot wetness surge between her
pussy lips and soak her panties. Little protection against the thin barrier of
her costume.
“Better?”
Emma nodded, too breathless to say anything, barely able to
meet his eyes when he raised his head. She watched as he took some cotton from
the kit and gently dabbed at the scratch to clean off the blood. She was
suddenly reminded of the many times throughout the years that she’d placed
Amanda on the bathroom vanity or kitchen countertop to tend to a scrape or cut.
“Remember when kisses made everything all better?”
Not
again! Mike is going to think I want him to kiss me.
His head shot up and
Emma felt the heat spread up her neck the moment the words were out. What on
earth was she saying? “I, what I mean is…”
“I remember.” He breathed deeply, a strange light coming to
life in his eyes, his expression turning darker. “Do you think it still works after
we’re all grown up?”
What was he doing? Was he aware the back of his knuckles was
making circles against her inner thigh, moving higher and higher toward her
dripping pussy? Aware she was holding her breath, she parted her lips.
His words sent a scorching fire racing through her blood and
for a moment she was speechless. He couldn’t be serious. The amusement in his
eyes told her he wasn’t, but Emma saw something else in Mike’s eyes too. A
deeper, stronger emotion that tempted her to find out the answer to his
question.
Her eyes were glued to his and she tried to ignore the
erratic jump in her pulse, but that was impossible. Something warned her it was
too late. They were heading toward something that would change everything.
“Maybe, kisses are good for a lot of things.”
“Kisses can lead to a lot of things, too,” he returned
huskily.
Well, it couldn’t get any clearer than that. A shiver washed
over Emma’s body, his words bringing to mind the picture of them naked and
entangled in sheets, kissing and fucking their brains out.
Oh!
She
sucked in air, as breathing suddenly became difficult.
She prayed that, among other things, Mike wasn’t also a mind
reader. Her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip, the innocent action drawing
his gaze there. In the next heart-stopping moment he slowly leaned closer and
she gasped, realizing if she weren’t sitting so far back on the vanity top, the
bottom half of their bodies would be touching.
That thought brought an instant reaction from her heightened
senses. A tiny whimper escaped her. When was the last time she’d felt such overwhelming
desire? Or was it lust? Either way it frightened her, yet she didn’t draw away
when Mike did what she’d been yearning for. He took her gently by the hips, and
pulled her forward into the intimate cradle of his.
Oh my!
His cock was hard as a rock. Emma’s head
rolled back, she closed her eyes and moaned with intense pleasure.
A current of electrifying heat traveled through his body to
hers and she began to tremble violently with response. “Mike.” The whispered
puff came out before she could rein it in, sounding amplified in the small
room. It didn’t seem to matter to him that he wanted her to think he was
married. Her impassioned tone seemed to be all the fuel needed to get him past
that little lie.
He leaned even closer against her, until there was no doubt
his cock was fully erect and hungry. Emma couldn’t look away from the fire
leaping in his eyes or the raw stamp of arousal on his face. His need matched
hers. As he slowly lowered his head, there was no question that he intended to
kiss her.
There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted his mouth on
hers more than anything else in the world, convincing herself there was nothing
wrong with one little kiss. After all, they’d shared one in the dugout the
other day, and she was curious to see where it went, that was all.
Apparently Mike was just as curious. Only her mouth wasn’t
his destination. His hands, which were resting on the curve of her hips, moved
to the outside of her arms, his fingertips tickling her as they slowly traveled
along her sensitive skin, leaving her covered with goose bumps. Next, they
smoothed over Emma’s shoulders and collarbone before pausing at her neck. His
fingers briefly sliced through her hair before tilting her head to give him
better access to her throat.
Emma held her breath with anticipation as he slowly lowered
his head. He placed his lips along the arch of her throat and nibbled her flesh
to the hidden spot behind her ear, down her collarbone and back to the curve of
her jaw.
She melted inside, quite certain that her heart stopped
beating. After all, she’d stopped breathing eons ago. Her hands went to his
lean hips, clutching him against her, and just for a moment she let herself enjoy
the hunger of his body.
Mike’s open mouth moved over her throat, pausing to gently
suckle a sensitive spot that produced a low moan from Emma. His groan was
followed by a shudder as he finally moved toward Emma’s lips for the kiss she
craved. Her lips parted in anticipation, her breath catching with desire.
Emma feared that once his mouth touched hers, she would be
lost. Her desire for Mike was intense. Her tingling nipples, and the wetness
between her thighs was proof of that. Her clit was actually throbbing. She
trembled, and waited for his mouth to cover hers.
His kiss was a taste of heaven. Soft, tentative,
exploratory. A sample that did little to satisfy the fire uncurling deep inside
her. Emma wanted more. The intensity of her feelings surprised her. It was as
if Mike had flipped a switch.
Isn’t he as turned on as I am right now?
He seemed
content to take it slow. She wanted it fast and hard.
She stuck her tongue between their merged lips and into his
mouth. That was all it took for Mike to lose control. His groan echoed through
the bathroom and his kiss turned rough, impatient. Emma’s head snapped back
from the force of his passion. Her hands fell on his shoulders; she wrapped her
legs around his hips.
Mike’s response was to thrust his hard cock more deeply
against Emma. She whimpered with pleasure, arching against him, silently urging
him to take her, and wishing they were naked so he could sink inside her body.
While his hard mouth continued to attack her lips Emma’s
hands moved down to the bottom of his shirt. Slipping her hands beneath the
material she impatiently caressed his naked flesh while making her way up his
rippled abs.
Her hands against his skin seemed to have a violent effect
on Mike. Groaning, he tore his mouth from hers and began to kiss his way down
Emma’s half-exposed breasts. While his tongue dipped into her cleavage his
hands worked at sliding her top down her shoulders and arms, and further. Until
her breasts popped free of the tight bodice.
Emma cried out softly at the feel of his mouth closing over
her tingling nipples. She arched her back, offering him whatever he wanted, as
long as he wanted. Rewarded when his lips, teeth and tongue made love to her
flesh.
“Mike!” Emma let her hands travel over him with unabashed
hunger, slowly caressing down to the obstacle of his pants.
“Stop?” He uttered the word between kisses.
“God no!” She shuddered when his teeth grazed her nipples.
She caressed his throbbing cock through his pants, and then cupped his tight
balls.
With a growl Mike moved against her hand.
“Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?”
“Why don’t you show me?” Emma gasped. She moved to his belt
buckle and undid it blindly. The zipper was a little trickier, but she managed
to get it down and his pants open.
She felt Mike’s hands at her hips again, his fingers curling
into the material there. “Lift your hips.”
Emma did as he wanted. A surprised gasp escaped her when he
quickly and effortlessly pulled the harem pants down and off. There was no time
for embarrassment. Besides, the look on Mike’s face as he stood there gazing at
her pussy only made her hotter.
She held her breath when he reached forward and lightly ran
his finger over her wet hair. Emma groaned with frustration. It wasn’t enough.
She freed his cock and ran her hand up and down the thick shaft, hoping to push
Mike into losing control.
His expression was intense with passion, eyes dark, nostrils
flaring as if taking in her scent. His finger slid past her pussy lips, over
her clit and inside her body; at the same time he leaned forward and closed his
mouth over hers.
Emma tugged on his cock, reveling in the size. She had no
doubts about Mike being able to fulfill her hunger. Only now he seemed content
in teasing her. She moved her hips against his finger, her breathing was
accelerating and she knew she was close to coming.
Mike seemed to sense it, too. Right on the brink of letting
go, he withdrew his finger, took his cock in his hand and guided it into her
waiting pussy. Mutual sounds of pleasure exploded around them. And Emma cried
out when a powerful orgasm surged through her body.
“Oh god!” She lost total control. “Mike!”
“Let it go, baby.”
There was no way she could have stopped it if she’d wanted
to. Every thrust of his cock filled her to capacity, and continuously brushed
against her ultra sensitive clit. It kept Emma stimulated and in a kind of ongoing
climax. She’d never felt anything like it.
As Mike plunged into her she wrapped her legs around his
hips and clenched the muscles inside her womb, trying to squeeze his cock. The
action caused him to shudder and groan, and his speed picked up until it seemed
he was out of control.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock inside me, Mike.”
Emma instinctively knew her words would turn him on more. She put her mouth
against his ear. “Fuck me harder.”
That was all it took to push Mike over the edge. Swearing
beneath his breath, he thrust into Emma one last time.
The phone ringing from the outer room startled them both.
And like guilty teenagers they pulled away from each other.
They were both panting for air and Emma looked everywhere
but at Mike. He’d stepped back, but she was intensely aware of his presence,
and the fact that she was naked from the waist down. Without taking his eyes
off hers, he took care of his pants.
The phone continued to ring, and at this time of night she
knew it could only be one person calling. Amanda probably just wanted to make
sure she’d made it home okay. She knew her sister wouldn’t hang up until she
answered, but Emma couldn’t move to save her life.
“I’ll get that,” Mike said, breaking the silence, turning at
the same time.
Thank god.
Emma jumped off the vanity top and was not
surprised to find her legs would barely support her. She quickly pulled her top
back into place and reached for the pants on the floor.
Then it dawned on her that letting Mike answer her phone
wasn’t a very good idea. Forgetting the pants and reaching for the towel
hanging over the rod she found the strength to hurry after him. She had to
reach the phone before he picked it up. She scrambled down the hall behind him,
wrapping the towel around her waist as she went.
“No, Mike! I’d better get that.” She startled him into
stopping in his tracks, and rushed around him. Reaching for the phone, she
turned and shot him a brief smile hoping he’d accept it as an apology for her
rudeness.