Chapter 19

Dani

eg me. Say please. Tell me just how much you want it, and I'll bury every inch of my hard cock into your sweet pussy.”

I groan, helpless at the thought as Michael hovers his naked body over mine in the bed of his hotel room.

We skipped dinner, neither of us hungry for food.

His cock slips between my wet folds, skimming along until he flicks over my aching clit, testing my will. But I see how desperate he is, and I grin up at him.

Not this time, asshole.

In a quick motion, I coax his body to move under mine, so he's now laying under me and I’m straddling him.

I lean down, my breasts pressing against his chest as I tease his cock, not letting him enter. “I don’t think so. This time,” my lips caress his softly for only a moment, “It’s your turn to beg.” My mouth moves to his ear, as I grind against him. “Tell me how badly you want me.”

His fingers dig into the skin of my bare ass as my gaze meets his again. He looks into my eyes with lust and need so deep, it’s haunting. “So fucking bad.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip and lift up, giving him full view of my breasts. “You're gonna have to do better than that, Monroe. Beg. Me.”

His right hand moves from my ass to my pussy, his fingers finding my clit instantly. “Gladly.” His fingers work my needy nub as his eyes look surely into mine. “Please, Dani, let me sink into that gloriously tight pussy and make you come so hard your screams of ecstasy will be so loud, the people in the next room will be envious.”

Holy fuck. That'll do.

And of course, the cocky asshole knows it because he's already used his hand to position himself at my entrance, but doesn’t go any further.

He lets me take complete control as I slide my hips down slowly, taking him inside of me and stilling, allowing myself to feel the fullness. I feel his cock tense inside of me.

Maybe it’s wrong to be back to where we started, but in this moment, it’s hard to remember why.

I move, setting a slow pace as he skillfully brings me close to my breaking point, his finger working my clit and his cock hitting just the right spot. My head falls back as I let myself take in every second and feel the connection and the pleasure my body and soul have missed.

We come together, moaning in unison and breaking through the painful memories we’re both plagued with.

“Fuck, that was good.”

I laugh at his honest declaration as I move off him and flop down next to him. “It always is.”

“Any second thoughts?”

I stare up at the plastered ceiling of the hotel room, “No. I think we’re in different places than we were last year. No illusions this time.”

He swallows hard, I can see his Adam’s Apple bob in his throat. “So, you’re not in love with me anymore?”

No more bullshit. I roll to my side and tilt his head with my hand, so he's forced to make eye contact. “I didn’t say that. I said, no illusions. Love or not, you aren't ready for a serious relationship, and I’m focusing on my career. Which I do have now, a steady one, and I have Cassie back. My life is no longer in turmoil.”

He grins, and he looks genuinely happy. “I’m working on getting my shit together.”

My eyes search his. Is he trying to tell me he's working toward something with me? “You’re doing a great job.”

His strong hand cups my cheek, his face turning serious. “I’m not just fucking you. You’re my dream girl, Dani.”

My mouth is dry. I can't speak, which never happens to me. “Michael . . .”

“But you deserve better than some asshole who can't get it together. And I don’t know if I ever truly can. It’s like I'm always hanging by on by a thread, just waiting for it to snap.”

I look at his handsome face, distorted by agony and drag my lips over his. “You’re too hard on yourself. You’re good. You have a beautiful soul, and you always have.”

“I’ve done terrible things, Dani. I relapsed only a year ago. You really want to deal with that shit over and over? I’m an addict.”

I smile, which I’m sure is confusing to him. “It’s good to hear you actually admit it. But that’s just a piece of you.”

“It’s a complicated piece.” He sits up in the bed, looking defeated and angry. My hand rests on his back.

“I can handle complicated.”

He stands up, tugging on his underwear, clearly agitated. “You’re too fucking good to deal with this shit, Dani. I won't let you.”

Well hell, this conversation got deep fast. But we’ve both grown too much over the past year to be able to be totally reckless.

I slip into my bra and panties and the whiskey t-shirt I wore today, knowing full well I’d see him, and I walk over to where he is now standing by the window. “Don’t tell me what I’m too good for. That’s not me, and you damn well know it.”

“You’re too fucking stubborn for your own good, and I do know that.”

“There are a lot of addicts in this world. You think they aren’t loved? I can handle it.”

“Stop.” His arms grip my shoulders. “Dani. I’m not right for a relationship. I’m not wired for love, not the kind you deserve.”

I rip out of his grip angrily. “Don’t tell me what I deserve. Let me decide that. I’m a grown woman after all.”

“I know. I just . . .”

I raise my hands, silencing him and yank my shorts on, finding my shoes. “I don’t want to hear it. I have a plane to catch tomorrow. Thanks for the orgasm.”

“Dani . . .”

I don’t let him finish his sentence as I walk out the door and down the hall.

I have to be stronger than I was last year.