The Secret 05 Ella and Micha: Infinitely and Always Read Free Page B

falters. “I promise I’m going to find a way to change all this, pretty girl. You deserve so much better than this.”
    Before I can respond, his lips come down hard on mine, scorching hot as he spreads my legs open and slips two fingers deep inside me.
    “Micha… I…” My head falls back and my body arches into his touch, fervently seeking more of him.
    “You feel so good,” he whispers against my mouth. “God dammit, Ella. I miss this way too much.”
    “Me… too…” I trail off. I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent words.
    His lips suddenly leave mine, and he leans back to watch as his fingers drive me toward the edge. His free hand finds my nipple and softly pinches, causing sheer bliss to coil and rush through my body. A helpless moan escapes my lips, and his aqua eyes darken to an ocean blue.
    “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Ella. I swear to God, I just want to write songs about how you look right now.”
    I want to tell him no way, that I don’t want to have the entire world knowing what I look like when I’m about to orgasm, yet I’m too far gone to care. “You can write whatever you want as long as you keep touching me like this.”
    His eyes blaze with lust while he continues to feel me from the inside and the out. His mouth lowers to mine again, his tongue urging my lips apart. The scent of him is intoxicating, adding intensity to the moment as my thoughts drift to all the times we’ve spent exactly like this.
    I just wish there were more.
    So many more.
    All my worries swiftly evaporate, though, as something deep inside me shatters. I cry out as I struggle to grasp onto the feeling. Fire. Intensity. Warmth. Heat. I feel it all.
    Micha’s mouth is abruptly leaving mine along with his body, and instantly, my body is submersed in coldness. I’m about to beg him to come back to me, but then he grips my thighs and raises my hips as he leans back over me.
    With one swift rock, he thrusts deep. The sensation is so intense I forget to breathe and have to fight to remain conscious. My muscles are wound tight, eager to let go. Every part of me pleads to be filled completely as his hips grind against mine, and my back bangs against the piano. The keys noisily chime over our panting, and the sound echoes around us. I’d be worried someone will hear it and come onto the stage to see what’s happening, but I’m way too lost in the feel of Micha on me, inside me, engulfing me.
    My fingers pierce his shoulder blades, desperate to clutch on for just a little bit longer, desperate to have just a bit more time with him. But, within a few short minutes, I come way too soon, crying out over the sound of the piano.
    Micha soon joins me, kissing me all the way to the end while he gives a final rock inside me. I arch my back at the last second so he can sink even deeper inside, moaning at the pulsating sensation. Micha must love the feeling, too, because he lets out the loudest, slowest, most savoring groan I’ve ever heard leave his lips.
    “That was…” He gasps for oxygen as he stares intently into my eyes.
    “Fucking awesome,” I finish for him, pressing my sweaty chest to his, not ready for him to leave me just yet.
    The corners of his lips quirk. “Stole the words right out of my mouth, pretty girl.”
    I smile, tired yet content. “I just wish I didn’t have to fly out tonight.”
    His expression plummets, and he jerks back. “I thought you were staying with me for the weekend?”
    “I was, but then the gallery decided to have a last minute show, and I don’t want Gena there by herself, trying to handle everything.” I reach up and try to brush away the lines between his brows, but my touch only deepens the sadness etching his face. “I thought I mentioned it on the phone the other day.”
    “You might have.” He backs away from me and collects his boxers from the floor. “I’ve been really distracted lately and might not have heard you or something.”
    He slips his boxers