by Lora Leigh
“Risa?” He had opened her door and was waiting for her, his hand extended to her.
She lifted her hand. His fingers gripped hers, and when she was out of the car, he didn’t release them.
Suddenly Risa felt sensations she was certain she had never known in her life. The feel of the hem of her dress sliding against her legs. The cool air of the garage against her bare arms. She had left her sweater at Raven’s. She could feel her thighs, and the flesh between them. Her clit was swelling, aching. Her vagina was clenched tight in need and dampening with arousal.
Dampening nothing, she was wet. Slick, hot, and wet, and shaking with the need for his kiss.
The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever. When it stopped, the doors swishing open, Micah led her into a wide, elegant hallway and to the door of his room.
She stepped inside.
The door slammed closed and before she could speak, she found her back against it, his lips on hers, his hands touching her, and everything inside her exploded in pleasure.
Her hands slid up his chest, moved around his neck until she was holding him against her, straining to be closer as his head slanted and the already greedy, dominant kiss turned fiercer.
She couldn’t get enough of him. She needed too much. She ached too much.
“I’m dying.” He jerked back long enough to make the declaration in a hoarse, ragged tone. “Dying without you, Risa.”
She tried to speak, but his kiss stole the words. His hands stroked under the hem of her dress. Her panties were pushed down her legs, and she didn’t give a damn. She stepped out of them, her head falling back against the door as his lips moved along her jaw, then back to her lips.
His fingers slid through the slick folds of her pussy and he groaned into her kiss as she felt him struggling with the closure of his jeans.
He was here, in her arms. Warm and hard. She was lost in the sensations, the hunger. She was coming apart and she didn’t give a damn.
“Micah,” she breathed his name as she felt the buttons holding the dress together over her breasts pop.
The sensitive flesh was swollen, her nipples peaked against her bra. The dress and bra straps were pushed over her shoulder and a second later she was trying to scream from the pleasure as his lips covered one engorged peak.
At the same time, he lifted her, drew her leg to his hip, and tucked the fiercely swollen head of his cock into the wet folds between her thighs.
“I can’t wait.” He was panting; the muscles beneath his shirt were straining as Risa tore at the buttons. “I can’t wait, Risa. I’m dying for you.”
“Don’t wait. Oh God, take me, Micah. Take me….”
His cock pushed inside her snug entrance. Their cries mingled as he worked inside her. His hands were tight at her hips as her knees pressed into his. Her nails were dug into his shoulders, and pleasure consumed her with rapacious hunger.
“I have to have you.” He was taking her, thrusting inside her, his hips shifting, rolling, pressing his erection deeper inside her. “Sweet love. Lovely Risa. I can’t breathe for wanting you.”
Another fierce thrust and he was buried deep inside her, a groan tearing from his lips as her muscles enclosed him, flexed against him.
Risa was locked in unbearable pleasure. She could feel the perspiration beginning to build on her skin, felt the heat radiating from his cock, heating her from the inside out as she tried to arch in his arms.
She was so close. Just that fast. Just his kiss, and in a matter of seconds she was so hot and ready for him that he’d had no problem burying himself inside her.
“Oh yes,” he groaned against her neck. “Yes, baby. Take me. I’ve dreamed of this. Hungered for this.”
He was moving and she was dissolving inside. Deep, hard thrusts began to pound his cock inside her, stroking it over nerve endings that blazed to life as he stretched her pussy, stroked inside it, and excited normally hidden nerve endings to violent life.
Risa heard herself crying his name; she felt her nails digging into the cotton of his shirt and trying to get to skin.
A second later he’d ripped his shirt off. The front of her dress was ripped. His lips moved back to her nipples and he thrust, hard and thick, deeper and stronger inside her.
She was a mass of pleasure. She was blazing out of control. She tightened around the heavy length of iron-hard flesh, each stroke pushing her higher, harder.
She was going to come. She could feel it. It was tightening inside her. It was going to destroy her.
“Micah,” she cried his name weakly. “I can’t stand…” She arched again. “Oh yes. Yes. Like that.” He was pumping harder inside her. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed around her. Sensations, heated and too intense to survive, began whipping through her.
“Yes!” Her hands locked in his hair as he sucked her nipple, lashed at it with his tongue. “There. Like that. Like that,” she was crying out her need as he stroked inside her harder, faster.
Desperate, powerful. The pleasure became overwhelming. Spirals of sensations were whipping through her, swirling around her, burning her, pushing her, driving her closer to a brink so intense she was losing her breath in anticipation.
It was there. Building. Tightening. She clawed at his shoulders, strangled cries falling from her lips as his hands gripped her rear, held her in place, and pounded inside her.
When it exploded through her, the darkness she had once feared washed over her, studded with starlight, filled with heat. Her gaze dimmed. She heard the muted wail of her cry, felt her pussy tightening on his shuttling cock and then the wash of an explosion so intense, she wondered if she would lose consciousness.
She heard his broken cry, her name on his lips, then the heavy, fierce jets of his release spurting inside her.
She lost herself in the pleasure, but it was okay, because Micah was holding her. He knew where she was. He was holding her against his body, sheltering her inside the storm, and allowing her to lose herself in a pleasure that had at one time frightened her.
“I love you.” She heard the words at her ear. “Sweet Risa. I love you until I’m dying without you.”
She shook her head. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t leave her. She locked her arms tighter around his neck; she felt him moving her, felt the soft give of the mattress under her back as he rose over her.
Her eyes opened, she watched as he propped his elbows beside her, holding his weight from her as he stared down at her. He stroked her hair back from her face, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Was she dreaming? Was it only a dream that held her beneath him, that felt the fierce throb of his erection still buried inside her?
Her hand lifted, her fingers touched his face.
“You’re really here,” she whispered. “Please be here.”
His eyes closed for a brief, suspended second before they opened and she began to believe.
“No dream,” he promised her. “I’m here, baby.”
He drew back, causing her to gasp as he pulled himself from her.
“You have too many clothes.” His voice was whisper-soft as she watched him.
He pulled the tattered remains of her dress from her, then rose to the side of the bed and undressed himself. His shirt was ruined. Boots thumped to the floor; his jeans were disposed of quickly; then he was back, in the bed beside her.
He reached out, pulling her against him, sheltering her against his own body.
“You’re not leaving?”
“I’m not leaving.” He kissed her forehead, her cheek. His lips brushed over hers, as soft as a summer breeze, before he stared into her eyes. “I’m dying without you, Risa. I can’t do this any longer.” He swallowed tightly. “I wanted to protect you, love. From myself. From my past.” He gave his head a hard shake. “Walking away destroyed me, Risa. I was more a dead man then than I ever have been.”
Her lips parted on a gasp as emotion surged inside her.
“You love me? You’re no
t leaving?” She couldn’t believe he was back, that she was in his arms, that he loved her.
She touched his lips, her fingers trembling, heart racing.
“My heart was with you.” A broken sob left her lips as she took his hand and slid it to her stomach. “Both our hearts were with you.”
Micah felt a fist slam into his chest.
His eyes went from where his hand lay against her stomach and back to her gaze. Emotion swelled in his throat until he was certain he would choke from it.
“Risa?”
“Both of us, Micah,” she whispered. “I didn’t know. The birth control wasn’t very strong.”
He saw the uncertainty that filled her expression. The tinge of fear. He was shaking. He could feel himself shaking from the inside out.
“A baby?” He had to swallow past the need, the hunger rising inside him now. “You’re pregnant?”
Her lips trembled and the sight of it tore through him.
He shook his head. He was swamped with feeling. Overwhelmed by it.
“Risa.” His voice sounded broken even to him. “Sweet Risa.”
He couldn’t speak. He moved lower, his hand caressing her stomach before his head lowered and his lips brushed across the satiny skin.
His hand tightened on her hip as he fought to contain the emotions rising inside him like a wild wind across the desert. Blistering hot, surging through him with a force he couldn’t contain.
“I am yours,” he whispered. “I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.”
He was shaking, almost shuddering as his head lifted and he stared back into her tear-drenched eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, Micah.” Tears fell from her eyes. “Oh God, Micah. I love you.”
She was in his arms. He held her too tightly and he knew it. He couldn’t help it. He rocked her. He let her sob against his chest and had to battle the tears in his eyes.
He was a Maverick. An unknown force, a man who adjusted the rules of his world as he moved through it. Until Risa.
She re-created his world. She re-created him.
No longer was he a dead man. He was a living, breathing extension of every emotion that one small woman could instill within a man.
He was her lover. The father of her child. He would be her husband.
“Me’achshav ve’ad hanetzach,” he whispered. “From now until eternity, Risa. I will love you forever.”
