break free.
Determined not to let that happen, I secured both her wrists in one hand, then skimmed the knuckles of my free one down her soft cheek. Gliding it farther, I traced my fingers over her collarbone and down the plump valley between her breasts.
“Get your hands off me…let me go.” Mia’s voice cracked.
A flash of Carl Zattman forcing himself on her ignited in my brain. Afraid of triggering those horrific memories inside her, I lifted my hands and took a step back.
“You don’t get to touch me ever again,” she snarled.
“Why not?”
“Because all I am is a convenient fuck to you. Because every time I let you inside my body, I’m nothing but a piece of ass that makes you feel good,” she bit out, pushing off the door and driving me backward.
Though the tables had turned, I was more than happy to let her be the aggressor. At least we were finally getting somewhere. I now knew why Mia had broken down and cried the last time we’d made love.
“You’re more than a piece of ass. You’re definitely not an ordinary fool,” I bit out.
“Hate to burst your bubble, Oz, but that song’s not about you, though it should be now.”
“Why now?”
“Because I am that ordinary fool…or would be if I continued to let you fuck me.”
“Why in the hell would you think that?” I asked. Planting my feet, I refused to let her back me up anymore.
“Because it doesn’t mean anything to you. I don’t mean anything to you.”
Mia didn’t bother masking the hurt in her voice.
My heart sank.
Before I could tell her that she was wrong, she lifted her chin defiantly and pinned me with a challenging stare. Then shocked the fuck out of me when she yanked the snug tank off over her head.
“When’s it going to mean something, Oz? Today? Tomorrow? Never?” she asked as I tried to pry my eyes off her plump breasts spilling from the black lacy bra. “If being with me doesn’t mean anything to you…stop me now.”
As Mia reached behind her, unfastened the clasps of her bra, and tossed it across the room, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
My heart began jackhammering against my ribs.
And my cock sprang to life as if a defibrillator had been slapped to my balls and switched on high.
Unable to find my voice, I watched Mia cup her heavy breasts and drag her thumbs over her stony peaks.
“If you don’t want these in your hands…in your mouth, stop me now.”
I wanted them, all right…wanted to suck and lave and sink my teeth into each pebbled tip and draw them deep as she whimpered and squirmed beneath me. I opened my mouth to tell her so but stopped as Mia kicked off her shoes, loosened the belt slung on her hips, and began peeling off the slashed jeans hugging her slender legs.
Oh, I was receiving Mia’s message loud and clear. And while every cell in my body screamed to reassure her…tell her how much I loved her and that she meant the world to me, I wasn’t about to interrupt her. At least not yet. I knew she’d go all out…go all the way to prove her point. I couldn’t wait.
As she bent to tug the tight pants past her knees, I caught a glimpse of that silky blonde hair between her legs. Mouth watering, I balled my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and dragging her beneath me.
Kicking her pants off her feet, Mia stroked her fingers through the nest of curls calling my name and narrowed her eyes. “If you don’t want your tongue on me here or your cock sliding balls deep inside my pussy…stop me.”
A strangled groan rumbled from deep inside my chest as she moved in so close I could feel the heat pouring off her wicked, naked body.
“If it really doesn’t mean anything to you, Oz, then don’t you dare fucking touch me…ever again.”
“Aw, Mia,” I moaned, struggling to find the right words to say.
Tears swelled in her eyes, but she blinked them back and sucked in a ragged breath.
“I’m naked inside and out. I can’t get any more open or honest with you. The ball’s in your court. Are you going to finally open up and be honest with me for once?”
Jaw clenched, I locked my stare on hers, and without uttering a single word, I tore my clothes off like a madman. My cock stretched toward the ceiling, throbbing and weeping as I moved in even closer. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I sank a fist with the other tightly in her hair. I yanked her head back, savoring the startled gasp fluttering off her lips and the uncertainty and hope shimmering in her eyes.
“Say it again,” I snarled.
“I can’t. Not until I know—”
“Say it again,” I whispered softly.
Dropping all my defenses, I tossed open the shutters of my soul and invited her to delve deep…to see all the love waiting inside for her.
“I love you.” Her voice and chin quivered as a tear slid down her cheek.
My heart was bursting with an unadulterated depth of happiness I’d never felt before. Swallowing down the lump of emotion lodged in my throat, I sent her a shaky smile.
“Amelia Ann Harris, I’m crazy in love with you, too, sweetheart.”
A happy sob tore from her throat as a watery smile spread over her lips. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I whispered and kissed her softly. “I love you.”
I repeated the words over and over, until I couldn’t keep from claiming her mouth a second longer. As we seared each other in spine-bending kisses, I inched toward the long leather couch against the wall. I didn’t want to think what kind of fluids or germs could be lying in wait there, so I grudgingly ended the kiss and grabbed my shirt off the floor. After retrieving a condom from my jeans, I rolled it over my aching dick and placed the shirt on one of the cushions before I sat down.
“Always a Boy Scout, aren’t you?” Mia teased.
Her lips were red and swollen and my cock jerked as if anxious to feel them wrapped around it. I extended my hand and helped her kneel on top of me, aligning my crest to her sweltering, wet slit.
“This doesn’t mean anything, Mia.” She blinked in shock, and as the sensual glow on her face evaporated, I flashed her a reassuring smile. “It means…everything.”
“It fucking better,” she warned as she gripped the base of my cock and eased her snug, wet tunnel down over me.
“Everything, baby…every fucking thing,” I rasped in a low groan, while my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.
“Mmm… Yes. Everything,” Mia moaned as she rocked her hips and began riding me.
Cupping her breast in one hand, I strummed the pebbled tip with my thumb, then lowered the other between us and toyed with her sensitive nub.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” I instructed, lips still pressed to her warm flesh.
“I love you,” Mia whimpered as she clutched my shoulders.
“I love you, too, baby…but I’m asking what you want.”
“Mmm… Everything.”
“We’ve got that now. We’ve got the rest of our lives for everything and more,” I promised as her hazel eyes turned a glassy forest green. “How do you want me to make love to you? Fast and hard or—”
“Later,” she mewled. “For now, rock me, Oz… Rock me nice and slow.”