“What can I do for you to give me a chance?”
“Keep showing up.”
“That simple?” I try not to smile, but it’s useless; this is the most hope she’s given me in years.
“That simple.”
“So you’ll officially date me?” I’m full-on smiling now, and I don’t even care.
“Let’s not go that far. I didn’t agree to that.”
“But you’ll go on dates with me and not see other guys?”
“Are you going to see other girls?”
“No. Hell no. I haven’t been with anyone all year.”
“Not even Silvie?”
“Especially not Silvie.” I chuckle, then get serious again. “I’m going to take you out every night this week and next week and the one after that until you choose me.”
“Okay.” She smiles and my heart booms.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Misty
Mitchell wasn’t kidding about seeing me every day, though we haven’t exactly gone on actual dates or had much fun. I’ve been working on the article, finally, and working, and he’s been busy with practice, so we’ve seen each other maybe for ten minutes here and there. He’s also had Maverick over every night, so that hasn’t worked out in our favor either. Somehow, those stolen moments have made things even sweeter. A kiss before class or work. Some heavy petting that never leads where we want it to since someone always needs him for something. It’s frustrating, but it’s a nice change and it reminds me so much of when we first got together. That entire first month had been about flirting and kissing and pushing limits. A noise wakes me and I look at the clock to see it’s three thirty in the morning. I sit up quickly, heart pounding when I hear the sound of footsteps.
“Misty.”
“Mitch?” I rub my eyes. “What the—”
“You gave me a copy of your key, remember?”
“Yeah.” I frown in the dark. I’d given him the key three days ago. “And you never showed up.”
“Because my parents came over.”
“Oh.” My frown deepens. “I didn’t even know they were in town.”
“You’ve been busy.” He walks up to my bed and sits beside me.
“It’s almost four in the morning.” I yawn. “Don’t tell me you’re here to take me on a jog because I swear I’ll scream.”
He chuckles. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Then what—”
He stops my question with a kiss. A hard kiss against my lips that pushes all thoughts out of my head. His tongue slips into my mouth and his hands start working their way down my body. I sit up to assist him in taking off my clothes, and then help him with his. He takes a step back and looks at me. I can’t see much of him, only shadows, but I can definitely see his cock, hard and ready. He leans down, pulling me into a kiss again, as his hand reaches between my legs, finding my clit.
“Oh my God,” I whisper against his mouth.
He takes his hand away and I whimper at the loss of contact. He moves onto the bed and grabs my waist, guiding me over him. I begin to settle over his hard-on, but he continues to move me higher.
“Sit on my face,” he says, his voice so low it’s almost a groan, as if he can’t take it anymore. I do as I’m told and shiver at the first lick over my clit. “Move, baby,” he commands, but he’s the one gripping my ass, making sure I move over his tongue. He’s no longer teasing, but sucking my clit and licking my folds, and when he reaches up to roll my nipples with his fingers, I feel my entire body go hot and cold, and start to come on his mouth.
Mitch doesn’t give me a chance to fully come down from the orgasm before he tosses me on my back and starts pumping his fingers inside of me.
“Fuck,” is all I can manage. Groans and pleads and mewls as he takes what he wants or gives me what I want, the two are entwined in each other now. His fingers work my clit and inside, and my eyes roll and my back arches and I can’t help but orgasming again. This time, I don’t wait. I sit up and push him back against the headboard and sit on him.
“Holy shit.” He hisses as I take him in completely and begin to ride him hard and fast. “Fuck, Misty. Fuck.”
“God, you feel good,” I moan.
“You were made for me,” he says, and catches my eye as he palms my breasts, his expression hazy with lust, echoing my own. “You were fucking made for me.”
I keep rocking against him, feeling the familiar pressure build as he pumps into me. His body tenses against mine and I know he’s close. I pick up the pace, throwing my head back, feeling every inch of him hitting me inside as his fingers find my clit again. My knees begin to shake, my entire body seems to buckle over him, and then I come. He flips me around quickly and pulls out, coming on me, the warm, sticky liquid hitting my breasts, my stomach, my chin. I hold his gaze as he marks me, and I feel myself crack open for him once more. He climbs out of bed and brings back a wet towel to clean me with, helping me get up and leading me to the bathroom. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I feel my heart explode. As if feeling the same, he turns me to face him and kisses me deeply. When he pulls away, he exhales and looks at me for a long moment.