His only response was to switch his mouth’s attention to her other breast.
Using her vantage point to her advantage, she leaned down to kiss and lick at his ear.
He shivered and groaned, pulling his mouth from her breast, he met her tongue-to-tongue again in a kiss that spoke of possession.
That was fine for her, she wanted to be possessed by Michael Kane more than she wanted to breathe.
Michael placed kisses on her chin, on her neck, on her shoulders. She sighed. It was heaven. Her core had long since gotten hot and wet and as she squirmed on his lap, she could feel his hard erection pushing through the blanket that still covered him from the waist down.
She squirmed and he groaned. “Do that again.”
“What?”
“Move like that.”
Laughing, she touched the tip of her finger to his nose. “I’m not sure what I did.”
“Never mind.”
Pushing her backward, gently onto the bed, she squealed when he came on top of her. He was no longer covered and she got a full view of his hugely erect cock. Moving her eyes, she forced herself to look at his grinning face. It was safer. Much as she wanted this—and gods knew she did at this point—she didn’t want to face the reality of that.
“Your eyes just got so serious.”
“Kiss me again.” She pulled his head until his mouth was on hers again. Lost in his sweet embrace was better, so much better than worrying about things.
Michael ran his hands down her chest to her stomach, stopping to play with her belly button.
She squirmed under his embrace. He was certainly a tactile lover, he liked to touch everything, kiss and caress every part of her. Scarlett had never found the first part of sex to take this long. She wasn’t complaining—just surprised.
He raised his head. “Scarlett, when this is over, even though you don’t have a wolf, you’ll be able to speak to me telepathically.”
Gods, she hoped she could. She hoped it wasn’t one of those things she should be able to do but it turned out she couldn’t actually manage. No, she pushed away the thought.
It was important for her sanity to stay in the moment.
Still, she needed to respond. “That’s great.”
“I’m losing you somewhere.” Michael stopped what he was going to look down at her. His eyes showed passion mixed with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I guess I’m a little bit nervous.” And now she was more than sure she’d ruined the moment.
Michael scooted up until their faces were aligned. He held his body off hers with his elbows. Gently, with his thumb, he caressed her forehead.
“Am I going too fast?”
She cursed and he raised an eyebrow. Finally she spoke. “Maybe I’m just too messed up for words.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Rolling onto his side, he pulled her up against him.
Slowly, he played with the curls right above her pussy.
Tense, she waited for the intrusion she knew was going to come. She waited. And waited.
Finally, she turned her head to the side. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you used to the feel of my touch.”
Gods, she could cry Michael was so good. “Don’t you just want to strangle me?
Aren’t I making you crazy?”
“No.” He kissed the top of her nose. “I’ve been alive two hundred and ten years. Do you think a few minutes concern me? Besides, if you can’t tell, I really like touching you.”
“So I didn’t ruin the mood?”
“Nope. Just out of curiosity, what part made you get nervous?”
She sighed. “Looking at your … you know … big cock.”
“Ah, now, sweetheart, he’s not going to hurt you.” Michael grinned at her and rolled onto his back. His penis stood upright, protruding from his body.
Scarlett swallowed. “Yes, I saw it before.”
“Did you? I think he’d like you to come and play with him.”
Play with him? “Um … what kind of things would he like me to do to him?”
“Anything you want.”
What Scarlett wanted to do was go under the covers and hide away from the pain she knew Michael’s member was going to eventually cause her. Still, she really wanted this to work. That was going to mean, at the very least, not being terrified of looking at Michael’s hard length.
Not sure of how much pressure to use, she ran her fingertips gently over the head of the penis. It jumped in response. She looked up at Michael. For all the time she’d been in bed with other men, she’d spent no time examining their private parts. Not only had they not required it, she’d had zero interest in making the attempt.
Michael’s gaze bored into her. It was intent, focused, even as she watched his eyes glaze over in.
Gulping, she finally spoke. “Good?”
“More, please.”
Still using just her fingertips, she traced the length of his cock up and down, stopping the second time to feel his balls. He shuddered and closed his eyes, a small amount of liquid releasing from the top of his penis.
“Was that it?”
Had he just done his business without even being inside of her?
He opened one eye and then the other, amusement apparent in his brown depths.
“Not even close. But that was a tribute to just how much I want you.”
“Should I keep playing with it?”
“If you want. He’s certainly happy to have you do it. You can even grip it harder if you want. Wrap your whole hand around it, but not too roughly, if you don’t mind. That would hurt.”
Hurt? As Scarlett did as he instructed, she dwelled on the last thing he had said. She could hurt him. In no way did she want to but she could. It had never occurred to her that such a thing was possible.
Gently, but with a firmer grasp, she stroked him several times amazed as he got even bigger in her grip. Michael didn’t hold all the power in this act. No, it wasn’t just going to be him slamming in and out of her until she lost her mind from the pain. No, this beginning, the touching and the fondling that they engaged in, it let them both show each other that they could be trusted with their most sensitive areas.
Clearly, Michael would not have told her he could be injured on his cock if he intended to cause her any pain. He’d given her the means to retaliate. Michael moaned and closed his eyes again.
“That’s right, sweetheart, that’s just the right amount of pressure. A little more of that and then I’m going to need you to stop.”
She didn’t really want to stop. This was fun. Her mouth went dry as she watched her hand once again travel the length of him. His response to her was instantaneous as his hips came off the bed for a split second.
“Why do I have to stop?”
“If you don’t, then I’m going to come in your hand.”
The idea had merit. What must that be like to hold that much control that he would ejaculate outside of her body?
Looking at it now, Michael’s cock seemed sort of beautiful. Like the rest of him, it was hard and controlled, but just like Michael’s insides—and the white underbelly she’d glanced when he’d fought Cole—he had a sensitive side that could be easily hurt.
Gods, she never wanted to hurt this man.
Michael pulled her hand away. “Sorry, sweetheart, he’ll just have to wait for more of your exploration another day. I have something I want to do.”
Travelling down the length of her body, Michael moved his head down to her private area. She wasn’t used to anyone being near her pussy and she tried to shut her legs.
“You got to examine me, now I’m going to examine you.”
“Michael, I…”
She never got to finish that thought as Michael licked her hot core. Instead, she gasped, her hips moving slightly off the bed.