Behind The Mask

Chapter 26

Michael’s POV

I think I forgot how to speak or do anything remotely coordinated. I have never felt so powerless, so consumed by lust and desire. She wants me – badly. As much as I want her. And I want to tell her that I want the same thing and I’m not afraid anymore that it’s too soon or too much – but I was left speechless.

I tighten my hold on her hands and pull her closer to me. Her blue eyes are defiant, no longer cold, but scorching every inch of skin she is fixating with her gaze. I slowly move my hands up her arms, to her shoulders, up her neck, until I hold her face firmly and spread my fingers through her silken blonde hair.

And instead of talking, I kiss her. Her lips are warm and soft and moist and I feel aroused in a second. Nothing will stop me tonight from claiming her. No more doubts and insecurities. I doubt not what I feel for her. I won’t give her doubts anymore – just me, all of me, all of my passion and feelings for her.

Without breaking the kiss she straddles herself over my lap and her hands clutch the lapels of my shirt. I move slowly in kisses down to her jaw line, nipping gently along the graceful and proud chin. There is so much personality in this chin. There is so much beauty in the tall column of her neck and her ivory skin.

I continue exploring her neck with my lips – her skin is soft and the vein throbbing under my touch gives me the indication that I do have an effect on her. Like I said, I want to be the center of her Universe, I don’t want her to think of anything but me right now. I stop with a lingering kiss behind her ear then pull back a little to watch her face. Her eyes are closed and her lips slightly parted. Two rosy patches appeared on her cheeks. She opens her eyes and once again dazzles me with her blue eyes.

“Why did you stop?” she whispers and I stop other words with a finger against her lips.

“Let’s go inside.”

I don’t wait for an answer, but stand right up and she quickly wraps her legs around my waist for support.

“My room or your room?” I continue, in the cheekiest way I can summon.

“Yours is closer from here” she breathes in my ear, then bites down on my earlobe.

Ouch! She’s feisty, I always knew it. The cool, I-got-this-under-control sort of girls, like her – they are bedroom freaks.

I secure an arm around her waist and grab the back of her hair with my free hand. I keep her in place as I kiss her and walk us carefully down the stairs, then down the corridor. I prop her gently against the door and she digs into my pocket for the key, her fingers teasing my hardness gently. Oh, she did it on purpose!

We crash inside the room and I turn around, not letting go of her for a second, pushing her up against the door. Her mouth seeks mine and she pulls at my hair as we kiss, while I start pulling at the straps of her tank top. I move my hands down until I feel the warm mounds of her breasts under my palms. She fills my hands just nicely. I like the soft, fuzzy warmth seeping into my skin and the gentle whimper that escaped her lips when I touched her so intimately. I probe gently with my thumbs and I feel her nipples poking through the thin material, eager for my touch.

I break the kiss and lose myself in her blue eyes for a second. Then I start lifting up her tank top…slowly…I try to peel my eyes from her face and see every inch of skin I uncover, but her hands stay in my hair and force me to look at her. Her mouth looks so red on her white face. Her eyes look so blue, like molten sapphires. There is nothing but heat emanating from this girl, who used to act like a cold Nordic queen.

“I wanna see you” I whisper and I pull her hands away from my hair.

“Put me down…”

I shake my head no.