Chapter Fifty
Lincoln
Michaela was a different woman in bed than the one on Christmas night. Experience bred confidence, but more than that…she’d embraced feeling something positive. Gone was regret or guilt. All or most of her walls had dropped. She was a beautiful, sensual creature who could give as well as she took, and there was no sadness lingering in her eyes as she rode me.
Michaela was present.
presentI wished I could sketch or sculpt the exquisite vision before me.
Moonlight illuminated her fair skin, making her seem almost supernatural. A goddess that stepped down from the stars, benevolent, yet untamed. Curls wild and lips flushed ruby.
As our breathing synced, I hoped this week wouldn’t be a one-off event in our lives, but the start of something amazing. I wasn’t being tr
