Chapter 17
Mike lifted me off the island into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stepped carefully to avoid slipping in the spilled wine. At the edge of the kitchen he toed off his shoes and left them for later. Mike headed straight for my room, not even bothering with a light when we got into the room.
He lowered me to the bed gently, cradling my head as he leaned over me. My back hit the mattress and Mike came down over me, still standing at the edge of the bed. He kissed me, no urgency, no pressure, just soft and sweet again. The emotions I didn’t want to feel welled up inside me and threatened to burst forth. I opened my mouth, not to tell him, but to taste him, and teased his lips. He opened for me, stroking his tongue quickly against mine.
