Giving In
446 Words
Maya didn’t know when the last piece of her resolve broke.
Maybe it was the way Mike kissed her like he was starved.
Maybe it was the way his hands trembled, like he was terrified she’d push him away.
Or maybe it was because she’d been lying to herself for too long.
When his mouth claimed hers again, she didn’t resist this time. She let him pull her closer, let herself drown in the heat that had been burning between them for years.
“God, Maya,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. “I missed you so much.”
Her heart clenched at the desperation in his tone. “You don’t get to say that,” she whispered, but her hands betrayed her—clutching his shirt, pulling him closer.
He smirked faintly, his breath hot against her ear. “Then stop kissing me like you mean it.”
Her gasp turned into a shiver as his lips trailed down her neck, every kiss making her skin hum. She wanted to push him away. She wanted to tell him this was a mistake.
But instead, she tilted her head, giving him more.
“Mike…” she breathed, half warning, half plea.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. “One word, and I’ll walk out that door.”
She closed her eyes, every nerve in her body on fire. The word never came.
Instead, she tugged his face back to hers and kissed him hard—hungry, desperate, furious at herself for still wanting him this much.
He growled into her mouth, lifting her and setting her down on the bed. The sudden movement made her laugh breathlessly, but the sound melted into a moan as his hands slid under her shirt.
“Maya…” His voice cracked, rough with restraint. “I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right if you let me.”
She stared up at him, chest heaving, torn between fury and longing. And then she pulled him down, sealing her mouth over his again, giving him her answer without words.
The rest blurred into heat and need—the clothes, the whispered curses, the shaky laughter between kisses. He teased, she pushed back, both of them caught in a storm too strong to fight.
By the time his lips found hers again, the air between them was charged, dangerous, inevitable.
That night, Maya let herself forget her doubts. She let herself feel. She let herself be his, just for a little while.
And Mike—he held her like he’d never let go.
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