Page 47 of When We Had Forever
The second I say it, I realize Greece can wait. For now, maybe for always. I don’t care, as long as I have him.
I pull back, cupping his face. He gazes up with rounded eyes, like he didn’t expect me to go halfway out of my head with worry. He unbends some, though. His arms come up, his artist’s fingers cupping my backside.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever been so happy to see me.” He sounds surprised. Awed, even.
“Happy doesn’t even cover it. I’m elated. Ecstatic. Euphoric. Probably a whole bunch of other e-words I can’t think of right now, too.”
“I’m so sorry, but—”
I push a finger against his lips. “I don’t care. Explain later. Right now, I just want you to take my clothes off. Correction. Ineedyou to take my clothes off.”
His gaze drifts over the lacy scraps adorning my body. “You realize you’re not actually wearing any?”
“Well, not technically. And I know you wanted the first time to be special, but I swear to god, if you don’t pin me to something in the next five minutes, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He hesitates. I wonder what on earth went so terrifically wrong today, but right now, I need to join with him, to wash away this frantic afternoon with the purity of his magic. I need to feel him, solid and alive, here in my arms.
“Please,” I say. “I need you.”
Reluctance still crowds his eyes, so I lower my lips to his, channeling all my love and longing into a kiss.
It starts slow, a tentative sampling that takes surprisingly long to deepen. I slip my tongue into his mouth, coaxing, teasing.
Begging.
Pleading.
Finally, something awakens inside him. His fingers clench, pressing into my bare ass. His tongue snakes into my mouth—sampling at first, then devouring.
There, I think.There you are, my love.
When I squeeze my legs tighter around him, his reticence melts away. I feel the moment our unification becomes inevitable. We come spiraling together, two stars that have circled for weeks, finally locking into orbit.
Michael groans as I feast on his mouth. He staggers over to the island and scatters the pile of mail he never gets to, then lays me on the granite and yanks me to the edge. The stone sucks enough warmth from my bare back to make me gasp, but somehow that only heightens the intensity rocketing toward my core.
Our movements turn frantic, electrified. We wrench at each other’s clothes. His sopping shirt slaps onto the concrete, followed by his jeans and boxers, which he shucks in one hurried motion. My bra and thong quickly follow.
Bare and wet and splayed before him, I raise my head. My vision goes soft around the edges. I can’t see anything but him, only him, naked and glorious and so damn beautiful that my heart takes a moment to smash to pieces inside my chest.
His sea-crystal eyes flush as he bends to explore me with his tongue. Rainwater drips from his hair, and I halfway expect the hiss of steam whenever the droplets hit my skin.
I moan. I melt. I burn for him, and when he finally, finally,finallycloses his eyes and pushes inside me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’ve been starving for a month, and now he’s filling me up, only he’s somehow ending a thirst of years instead of weeks.
I buck my hips, abandoning myself to the oblivion of sensation. His hands clamp around my waist. He drives into me over and over until bright black heat blossoms behind my eyes and we both spangle apart into wondrous, glittering dust.
I... He...
Just...
Wow.
When I finally manage to remember what planet I’m on, I pry my eyelids open—first one, then the other. Michael lies half-collapsed on top of me. He raises his head, his expression incredulous.
“That was... I’m...” He straightens, clearly dazed. “Holy god. Whoareyou?”
I giggle. The sound comes out sticky and languid, just like the rest of me. “Mina. Your minx.”
“Mina the minx.” He speaks my name like he’s tasting it. “I’ve never... Well, whatever that was, I’ve never done it before. Not like that.”
