Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,104
beside the bed. He gave her a look, then glanced down at his lengthening erection. “We’ll try that position later.”
She rolled her eyes at him. Seriously, he only thought with that thing. She ignored the fact that her body fluttered in reaction. Taking him in her mouth last night had been far more exciting than it should have been. Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed giving a man a blow job. Then again Michael had been very focused on her. She barely remembered if she’d managed to pleasure him. His taste flooding her mouth was proof that he’d enjoyed himself somewhat, but then again most men
It wasn’t like she hadn’t had a satisfying sex life before Michael, but…
Yeah, well but.
Not the same. Not at all the same, which also worried her. What exactly did they have when the sex faded? Because sexual afterglow always faded.
“Where are you? Who’s that?”
She shook off that line of thought. It sure as heck wasn’t helping her right now. “I’m with Michael.”
“Ohh.”
“Don’t get excited.”
“I do believe I overheard something about a position. I expect details, because I’m living vicariously through you.”
“David will be home soon.”
Lori sighed. “Not soon enough. Now that you’re not here, I’m thinking about going back to base housing.”
“You hate the base.”
“I know, but the neighborhood is getting worse. You were really the only thing keeping me here.”
Chloe flipped over onto her stomach. “I don’t know that this will be permanent. I could be right around the corner again in a week.”
Michael tugged at her hair, then crouched in front of her. “You, me, and the kid. It’s permanent. I swear it, Red.”
Chloe had to blink away the quick rush of tears.
Lori laughed. “Girl, you’re toast.”
“Shut up.”
Michael stood. “Meet me in the shower, Mrs. Shawcross.”
“Toast,” Lori said in a singsong voice.
Chloe firmed her voice. He wasn’t going to dictate where and when she was doing anything, dammit. “I’ll be there to get Axl in an hour.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then.” Lori was still laughing when she hung up the phone.
Chloe let her arms dangle off the bed. She was not going to go have sex with Michael in the shower. Nope.
She didn’t have time for that. She rolled off the bed and into the ridiculously huge bathroom. Her tour of his apartment had been minimal at best. She remembered stumbling in there sometime in the middle of the night to take care of business, but she’d been beyond blurry.
Right now there was a wall of glass, multiple shower heads going, and blessed steam filling the room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually had a hot shower that lasted more than seven minutes. Usually, because her hot water didn’t last much longer than eight, but more often than not it was because Axl didn’t allow such luxuries.
Water and mint-scented suds slid down Michael’s muscular form.
She did have an hour to get to Lori’s. She flipped off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.
“Fuck it,” she said and opened the door.
Michael was dipping his head back under the rain hood and shampoo was foaming off his neck and down his back. He had such wide, strong shoulders. A light dusting of freckles came into view. He rolled his neck to get rid of the rest of the soap and a simple triangle tattoo was revealed.
She stepped inside and slid her hand up his wet back. “There’s quite a bit of room in here. Just one problem?”
He turned and drew her under the rain shower head. “I can’t see a single one, except that you’re not slick everywhere just yet.”
She tipped her head back with a low groan. “That’s a whole lotta wrong.”
“Everything looks right to me.” He dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
She slid her fingers into his wet hair and let a moan sigh out of her chest. He knew just how much pressure to exert before pulling back. She’d tell him about needing a tub for Axl later.
When she could think again.
Twenty minutes later she landed in a heap on Michael’s bed. He’d wrapped her in a towel the size of a damn blanket and carried her out of the bathroom.
He had to. She couldn’t feel her feet.
Between the steam and his relentless need to give her three orgasms for his one—good ratio as far as she was concerned, not that she’d tell him that—she was spent. Someday it would be lovely if she could just sprawl out on a huge bed