Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4) Read Free Page B

and I blocked out everything but the intensity in his eyes, and the slight curl of his lip. They were the kind of lips I’d only dreamed about. Ones you could get drunk on. A nirvana of sinful pleasure, built only to bring a woman to her knees, preferably over his face. He released his seatbelt from its clip and leaned toward me, one hand coming around to stroke a knuckle over my cheekbone. “You want to handle me?”
    “I want…” I got stuck on the want. That word could not contain how drawn to him I was. My throat worked, my chest rising and falling in sync with his, as I struggled for the word that would encompass how absolute this moment could be.
    His hand did a slow slide down my throat and I swallowed as his fingers left a trail of need through every cell of my being. “What did you do with my friend?”
    “What?” I pulled back, only to realize I’d been leaning in to his touch, practically begging for him to go further.
    “You didn’t fuck him.”
    “No.” I shook my head. Somewhere deep, a small shred of my dignity flared at his bluntness, but the potency of him so close flooded my senses. He could ask me anything and the answer would be honest, because there was nothing I could hold back from him. “We kissed at the bar, but that was all.”
    His palm grazed my side, tingles shooting off in all directions. Tiny gasps burst from my lips and left them dry. I darted my tongue out to wet them, to cool the burning heat that would only be quenched by his kiss. His gaze lingered and he squeezed my hips, lifting me onto his lap. The steering wheel pressed into my spine, but it was the bulge pressing between my legs that fascinated me, and when he wrapped a hand in my hair and tugged me forward, I could feel the entire length of him pressed against my slit. “Good,” he said. “When I want something, I take it. Do you understand?”
    He slammed his mouth to mine, his tongue devouring me in a way that left me breathless and yet it felt like I was breathing for the first time. When he pulled away an inch I chased his lips, clinging to him, intoxicated. “What do you want, Mike?” I would give him anything, he wouldn’t have to ask twice. Anything for another hit from his lips.
    “You, in my bed, and later, barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. I don’t do casual, and I don’t do sloppy seconds. Do you still think you can handle me?”
    I scraped my nails over the stubble on his jaw and stared into his eyes. My heart screamed at me to go with the way it felt, to give in to the man who was meant to be mine. I didn’t know how it knew, didn’t care, only that I couldn’t fight it. “I can handle you.” 
    He tugged my head back and gorged himself on my mouth, his hands riding up the side of my body, to brush lazily over the curve of my breast. One thumb grazed a nipple, bringing it to a hard peak. I rocked on his lap, unable to ignore the deep ache he’d built in me with a few words and greedy kisses, until he groaned and broke his lips from mine. “Put your seatbelt on, sexy legs. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

Chapter Three
     
    Mike
    Three years, seven months, twenty-three days, and thirteen hours. That’s how long it had been since I’d had sex. It was fucking sad I knew that. Not quite as sad as the fact that it’d been so long, but it hadn’t been high on my list of priorities.
    The house was too quiet with only the hum of electricity to keep me company.
    Only a few weeks ago, the house had been full of noise. Finding Mellie’s identical twin sister stumbling along the halls when I went for my last appointment with the specialist had been surreal, but she and her daughter Tia had had nothing. I hadn’t had to consider the course of action. They were Mellie’s family, and if I could do anything for her, I would. They’d ended up staying with me longer than I’d expected, while the relationship between sisters mended, but having them under my roof had given me purpose I