Free A Dozen Dates by Missy Mitchell

feel herself melt and she reached around behind her body, placing her hand on his thigh to steady herself. Then Michael started to nibble and she sighed quietly. His teeth on her neck were sending shivers all up and down her, but she didn’t panic – instead she nuzzled into it, opening the angle of her neck and allowing him greater access. Each bite stole a little more of her consciousness and each kiss a little more sanity, until finally her knees began to wobble and Michael had to catch her.
    He wrapped one arm around her and turned her with the other, and then he lifted one hand and brushed back her hair again. He gave her little wet kisses, first behind her ear, then on her cheek before finally covering her lips and kissing her sensually.
    Gemma kissed him back, raising her ragdoll arms as she did and wrapping them over his shoulders, one caressing his neck and one exploring his beautiful thick hair. Then she felt the tip of Michael’s tongue, gently sweep the back of her top lip before searching for her tongue. She subconsciously took a handful of his hair and squeezed it tightly in her hand, almost trembling as his tongue started to slowly, yet forcefully stroke and caress hers, over and over and over, and Gemma tried to do the same.
    She heard Michael sigh deeply and then she started to fret as he slowly retracted his tongue. She didn’t want it to end – she had never been kissed so sensually before in her life, and badly feared that she never would again. She clasped the sides of his head and quickly leaned in and kissed him twice on the lips, and Michael, aware of her need started to leisurely but only briefly kiss her again before gently turning her head into his chest and stroking the side of her face.
    As he clutched her close he wanted never to let her go – she was such a precious surprise, like none he’d ever encountered before. She was green and he knew he was able to coax her sexual curiosity, but could he get her to love him? At least he had seven more dates to woo her. He kissed her on the forehead before raising her face and reminded her, “That’s two down... seven more to go!” He smiled.
    Did he have to count them..? Was dating her really such a chore that he had to count them down like days until the holidays. Knowing he was simply enduring her was humiliating. Gemma hardened her appearance. “Yes, that is two – done and dusted,” she agreed.
    Gemma turned to open the door, but before she could take another step, Michael quickly stepped forward and brushed her cheek with his lips one last time. “Good night, Gem.” Even when fleeting the touch of his lips left her giddy. Did he do that to her on purpose? Surely not... For that would be cruel, to invoke such feelings when he knew he had so carefully proportioned his time with her... allotted time specific for a further seven dates. He didn’t appear to be that cruel a person...
    How foolish he would think she was if he knew how she pined for his touch... yearned for his kiss... ached for his love! She couldn’t let him see – for the life of her he wouldn’t see. She turned her head to face him, “Good night, Michael,” and she smiled coolly, trying to regain at least some dignity.
    Gemma entered her home, went straight to her bedroom and closed the door. Her chest began to heave and tears stung her eyes... her skin was still alive and tingling from his kisses and nibbles, her mind, and unclarified mess. He made her want him. She wanted him now – after two, technically three... encounters. How was she going to get through seven more dates with him without becoming completely and utterly besotted? She couldn’t... She couldn’t possibly!
    Gemma lied on her bed... She was hoping that spending time with him might see him warm to her. He seemed to enjoy her friendship... and he did like her boobs! Tears trickled down her face... But, he has made it clear several times that their number of dates was limited. That there had been