Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Forty Two

Michael's POV

Slow down. Slow down. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!

"Is this ok?" I whisper.

Please say yes.

You need her to say no. She is STILL with Jax. You know how it feels to find out your girl is fucking someone else.

We're not fucking.

"Yes..." She says, her breath catching.

Shit.

"I know we said we'd wait. Fuck, I can't stop, but I won't let it go too far." I say, my lips paused, still inches from her neck.

"Let it, Michael. Just once...no one will know." She says, reaching up and grabbing my shirt.

She pulls me into her, my mouth hits her neck and she sucks in her breath. Can't stop....can't go back now.

I open my mouth, licking over her skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my lips and I smile.

Fucking hot is what that is. Just knowing she wants this as bad as I do....

I kiss her neck hard, grabbing her hands from my shirt and lacing her fingers with mine. Bringing them up above her head, and holding them against the wall. She let's out a whimper and arches her back, causing her tits to push against my chest.

I pull back, looking at her. There's not much light, but there's enough. Her eyes are focused, pupils blown. She looks like a cat. One that's been cornered, ready...but not to fight.

"You look so fucking hot right now, Star."

She breathes in deep, letting it out slow as she bites her lip. She's got on a white sweater, and with her arms above her head, it's stretched tight across her chest. It's a really nice sweater....which is too bad, because I could easily rip it off.

I feel her straining to get loose.

"I would never force you, Star. You want me to let you go, just tell me."

She keeps eye contact, biting on that perfect bottom lip....then she drops her eyes to my mouth.

"You want me to let go?" I ask again.

"No, Michael."

Fuck...the way she says my name. I can feel myself respond instantly.

"Take off your sweater."

"You should do it." She says.

Nope. Can't. Not if you ever want to wear that sweater again.

"Can't right now, Baby. Trust me."

I let her go and she pulls the sweater up and over her head, holding it out to the side...and dropping it.

Then....

She puts her hands back above her head, against the wall.

Fuck. This girl....

She's got on a white lace bra, and it's just barely doing it's job holding her.

So perfect.

I reach behind me, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. Her eyes leave mine, dropping down to look at my tattoo, then slowly back up.

"We have to be quiet...ok? Nobody can know." I say, reaching out and taking her jeans in my hands.

She grins. "Sooo quiet, Michael."

I could rip her apart right now.

I undo the top button on her jeans, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her breathing speeds up, evident by the rise and fall of her chest. I make sure to take my time with each button, then slowly pull them down over her hips.