Free His To Own by Elena Black Page A

silence. Okay, maybe it wasn't so ridiculous. "I heard you gasp."
    Right. Of course.
    "What do you want?" she called out.
    "You," he said clearly, with so much intent and emotion behind the word that Laney stumbled to her feet, undid the deadbolt and flung the door open.
    "Me?" she asked meekly.
    He nodded gravely. "You've pushed me too far this time," he said, sounding stern. "I'll have to punish you for leaving me like that."
    "I didn't--"
    "I don't want excuses," he interrupted, striding through the door and slamming it shut behind him. "I know," he said softer, cupping her cheeks between his hands. "I know what they did, what they said. It wasn't me."
    "It wasn't you," she repeated quietly, dizzy with relief and hope. "But," she realized, frowning, "you have a girlfriend."
    He frowned. "I don't have a girlfriend."
    "Vivian," she reminded him, as if he had only forgotten her name.
    "Is my ex-girlfriend," he agreed. "Emphasis on the ex part. We broke up months ago. Granted, she apparently has trouble remembering that, but I'm very, very sure."
    "Oh thank God," she muttered, throwing her arms around his neck. He laughed as she planted enthusiastic kisses all over his face.
    “I may need a place to stay. I quit my job,” he confessed, and she only kissed him more, held him tighter, excited and awed by the idea that he cared for her that much.
    “You can sleep on my couch,” she teased, bussing his nose, his jaw, the spot underneath his ear. “It pulls out.”
    "Wait," he said, stealing another kiss before he pulled back. "I do have one question."
    "What?" she asked, feeling giddy.
    "This," he said, producing her secret spice bag from his coat pocket. "What on earth is this?"
    She smiled guiltily. "You know how you always want your coffee black, nothing added?"
    He narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I do."
    "Well… that's the stuff I add to it that makes it delicious."
    "You tricky little thing," he said admiringly. "I guess I've got two things to punish you for."
    He moved faster than she did, capturing her wriggling body in his arms and brin ging their mouths together. It was all right; she didn't really want to get away.
    "These are very fuzzy," he said, nibbling on her lower lip as his hands moved up and down her pajama clad hips.
    "Comfort clothes," she confided, nipping at his jaw before she looked at him with big, vulnerable eyes. "I was very sad."
    "No more of that," he said , lifting her against him until he could walk them both in the direction of her bedroom. "I hope you have a very sturdy, very comfortable bed."
    It was the last thing they said for a long while. Laney felt something different in the way he kissed her, the way he touched her. Whatever impersonal, distant thing had remained between them was gone now. He was still very much in charge, very much intense, but now, that intensity, that sense of control was focused on her so completely that she could only just stand it without exploding.
    Michael kissed every inch of skin he revealed as he pulled down her fuzzy pajama bottoms, then repeated the process with her top. He paid extra attention to the tips of her breasts (they appreciated it) and the sharp juts of her hip bones. He put his head between her legs and inhaled, tasted, sucked and licked until she was a panting, writhing mess. He held her thighs firmly apart, pinning her to the bed, keeping her wide open so he could do whatever he liked to her. She could only thread her fingers through his hair and hold on, mumbled pleas for him to stop, to never stop, falling from her lips.
    He continued to lap at her long after the last of her tremors had stopped, long after she would have pulled away because her flesh was so sensitive. They both enjoyed the torment. If this was her punishment, she would accept it gladly. His mouth moved over her until she was building again, and only then did he pull away, nuzzling fondly beneath her belly before he sat up on his knees. She was boneless, deplete and needy at once,