Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Fifty One

Michael's POV

Star's lips are so soft and she tastes like coffee. Her hands are on my thighs and I'm trying so hard to be good. I know she's nervous. Afraid she won't be able to stop if I push it further.

I really want to push it further. It's 11:00 pm on a Saturday, on one of the most unused floors of the library. I could easily take this all the way.

But I won't. I promised her before when she said she didn't think she could stop. I told her I'd make sure we didn't. Not until she talks to Jax. Course now Jax has become a meth head....

You need to stop now. She's digging her fingers into my legs. She suddenly stands up, and looks at me. Mmm that look.

I know that look. She's past her limit.

"Star..."

"Just a kiss, that's what you said, Michael. This is still...just a kiss." Her voice is soft and sexy.

She moves up into my lap, straddling me. Ok, still just a kiss...a very close kiss. She puts her hands on either side of my face as I pull her hips forward. I can't control the response I have to her being on my lap.

What part of STOPPING is this, exactly? Remember you weren't going to let it go too far.

I got this. This is as far as it goes tonight.

Star's eyes are bright. I know she can feel me against her. No way she couldn't. Her pupils are blown. She's ready. Me too.

"Star...I know that look. We can't, remember? Just let me kiss you. Can you do that without attacking me?" I say, smiling.

"Mmm...I'm not sure." Her lips are parted and she looks so damn good.

"Then you have to get off me, Baby. I'm trying to keep my promise to you." I can feel my own fingers digging into her hips, in reaction to her. I loosen my grip and take a deep breath to clear my head.

"I'll be good. Promise. Just please...kiss me again?" She says, quietly.

Fuck. I can honestly say, I have NEVER had to fight anything this much. She's so beautiful. Her hair's falling forward from her face because she's looking down at me, and her cheeks are flushed. She runs her thumb softly across my lips and grins.

Nope, can't say no to that.

I smile back. "Ok...you win. Just a kiss though." I say.

She leans her head down crushing her lips to mine. I feel my fingers dig into her hips again, and I don't even care. If I keep them on her hips...and don't move them anywhere else, I might survive this.

My tongue finds hers and swirls around it. She pulls back then kisses my top lip as I run my tongue over her bottom one. Her hands move from my face to my shoulders and down my arms until they find my hands. She pulls my hands from her hips and laces her fingers with mine.

"Kiss my neck, Michael..." She whispers into my mouth.

Neck. Still just kissing....

I let go of her hands, grab her wrists, and pull them behind her back. She turns her head and I kiss her neck softly. My heart is fucking racing. Having her in this position, and with her so eager for more....I can't even think. I just know I've never wanted anyone more then I want Star right now. She sucks in her breath, and I feel the pulse in her wrists quicken against my hands.

I take her skin into my mouth, sucking hard. She moves her hips against my cock....and I have to keep from biting her, I want her so bad.

"Baby, please...don't fuckin' do that." That's what comes out of my mouth, but it sure as HELL isn't what I want.

"Harder, Michael...on my neck...please..." She begs, breathlessly.

I let go of her wrists bringing my hands up around her shoulders and pull her against me, sucking hard on her neck. She cries out so softly and puts her hands behind my head pulling my mouth to her neck.

After several seconds I realize what the fuck I'm doing and pull my mouth off her. It's too Late. Fuck! I wasn't even thinking!

"Star, your neck...fuck I'm sorry..."

She turns her head and looks at me, grinning. "I'm not. I knew exactly what would happen...and I don't even care."

"Jax is gonna see it, Star." Jesus, how could I be so stupid?!

"Michael, let me deal with Jax. I'll just say it's a curling iron burn. He'll never know."

I relax. Looking at her neck, I guess it could pass as that. If I can't tell...

"Really, you're sure? You should care, Baby. I know you're horny as fuck right now, but we don't want this to go any further." I say, pushing her hair back from her neck.

It's not too dark.

"Yes we do..." She says, biting her lip.

Fuck YES we do!

I clear my throat and try to push her back, in hopes she'll get off me...but she's not budging.

"We should stop now. Let me take you home." I say, smiling.

Think of something else. Do NOT think about the look she's giving you right now.

"You SHOULD take me home....Michael, to your bed, and FUCK THE SHIT out of me like you said you wanted to on Saturday."

Ok...this is not going to be easy.

"You weren't lying when you said you didn't think you could stop yourself." I say.

"Please? I don't want to go back to Mack Hall. I wanna stay with you." She says, pleading.

"I WANT you to stay with me. We can go back to my place, but we're NOT having sex...not ANYTHING resembling sex. Ok? Fuck, you know I want to. I'm just trying to do what's right."

She takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly. Then she smiles. "Sorry...really, Michael. You're right. It's just hard to stop."

"Yeah it is. Do you think it would be better if we just kept it friends only until you and Jax are done? Easier?" I say. Star pushes up off my lap and moves back into her chair.

She smiles and looks down at her hands in her lap. "Easier....well that's all in how you look at it, isn't it? On the one hand, if we weren't touching, kissing...it would definitely be easier to keep ourselves from going too far, easier to stay in control. On the other hand..." She looks up at me. "I want to be with you so much, Michael. Not just like that, but WITH you, NEAR you. Now we don't even touch? That would almost be unbearable."

She's right. Both suck.

"Ok, this is what we'll do. We keep it friends...no kissing, but we're still together, able to touch." I reach out to her. She's hurting. I know she's trying to be there for Jax, help him through his shit. I can see where her heart is though.

She puts her hand up against my hand and smiles, lacing her fingers with mine.

Her heart's with me.