My body heated from his perusal as my son said, “We don’t have a gym at home.”
Michael smiled brighter and glanced at our son. “It’s fine. Having Georgie and you safe and home is perfect. I'll find another way to get rid of my overdrive of energy from adrenaline.” He winked at me and my face warmed.
No one said anything as I parked next to the two-seater rental car and opened the kitchen door. As we locked the door behind us and took off our sneakers, Jeremy waved us off. “I’m going to shower and go to bed.”
I called behind him as I placed shoes in the rack properly, “Jeremy, pack a bag for a few days.”
He stopped midstride and stared at me as he asked, “Why?”
I stood and widened my stance. “We’re going to Tulsa and Vegas.”
“No school?” Jeremy’s lips curled high on his cheeks.
Michael nodded at me, but his face was more mysterious as I told Jeremy, “You miss a day. I’ll write you a note.”
Michael went down on one knee. “I’d like permission to marry your mom from you.”
My heart thundered a little differently as I pressed my hand to my heart.
“My… yeah, I’d like that.” Jeremy hugged Michael and my heart melted a little.
Michael stood and Jeremy shrugged like this wasn’t a big moment and headed up the stairs as he waved behind him. “Night, Mom. Night, Michael.”
Right. Hopefully, my son grew more confident near Michael the more they spent time together. Hopefully, in time, combining our family would help Jeremy trust both his parents, which was important, and was another reason to agree to our wedding. He needed a strong male figure in his life. My dad had been the heart of my own family growing up. As the door closed upstairs, I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine for us as he said, “He’s struggling with calling you 'dad'.”
“It’s only been two days.” Michael went to my cabinets and grabbed two glasses for us as he said, “He can take his time. I’m not pushy, though my parents want to meet him.”
So he’d talked about me to his parents, too? I didn’t ask, but I finished pouring and ignored how my skin was slightly jumpy and sipped my wine. Michael did the same and, as I finished, I asked him, “Will that be this weekend, as well?”
He gave me a smirk and put his glass down on the counter as he hugged my waist and said, “No. They live in Florida, not Oklahoma. I need to tell you my house isn’t kid-friendly.”
“It’s okay. We’ll manage.” Jeremy wasn’t a toddler anymore.
I soon lost sight of where I was, except in Michael’s arms. I asked Michael, “Now, tell me, what happened at the game that had you thinking ‘Vegas'?”
I put that in air quotes to emphasize.
“It’s nothing. Though, someone set you off at the game?” He asked, and his gaze melted my tension.
I ignored how goosebumps grew on my arm and glanced down at how our bodies touched as I said, “One of the parents thought I’d been living off your money the whole time.”
His hand traced my back as he said, “That’s stupid.”
Well, it wasn’t that. I sucked in my bottom lip and then let it out as I knew that was a horrible habit of mine and said, “I don’t tell people about my inheritance. It’s no one’s business.”
He cupped my face as I was lost in his gaze. His words melted me like chocolate in a pan, “No one needs to know how you drive me wild, either.”
“I do?”
“Hell, yes.”
I tugged on his waist and tugged him toward me when I said, “Wait until we’re in our bedroom.”
Then, I let him go. He took the glasses and wine and followed me as I led up the stairs.
Having Michael Irons at my call sent a thrill through me. I knew he watched and I took the next few steps with more a sway to my hips and opened the door.
He closed the door and placed the still filled wine glasses and the bottle on my bureau.
And then his arms wrapped around me.
I was alive with him, in a way I never was, ever. I ached. He unzipped his pants and let them fall as I slipped my plain shirt off me.
My heart raced as I unsnapped my own jeans and tore them off as he tossed his shirt next to his pants.
Then he peeled off my bra, so I was just in my panties when his lips claimed my mouth for a kiss that burned into my soul
Nothing about being with Michael was calming.
Michael made me forget my inhibitions and a thrill raced through me like I loved to follow through on dares. And his lips went lower, my body trembled as he sucked my nipples into his mouth.
I arched to give him more and, as he released my chest, he laughed and said, “Your breasts are just the beginning.”
He walked me backward toward the bed. His cock was roaring to life like the bat he’d held in his arms earlier tonight.
His face was just as hard as he motioned with his head and said, “I’ve been fantasizing of taking you near that bedroom window of yours that overlooks the street.”
“Hmm, guess you'd better seduce me into that,” I said and climbed on the bed.
Maybe later, we’d get daring. Tonight, I just wanted him, inside me, so I tossed my panties, he tossed his tighty-whities, and joined me on the bed.
Marrying Michael hopefully meant we’d have more of this release and I’d figure out how to remain calm and peaceful the rest of the time. When he touched me, I was already in a crescendo of desire that rocked through my entire body and I lost the ability to think.
Chapter 8
Michael
We got up way too early, but with Jeremy sleeping, and everyone only having a small bag,
