I’m upset with Michael but I’m really angry with my sister. She was in the wrong charging everything to me, and she was in the wrong trying to get back at me by telling me about Michael’s travel plans.

Slamming into my room, I take a deep breath but it doesn’t calm my temper. I’d been ready to fly across the dinner table and punch my sister and I left so quickly because I needed some space so I wouldn’t hit her. I’ve never been one for violence, but she’d make a priest sin, and not in a good way.

As for Michael, well, I’m not sure what I want...although, I’m hoping he’ll follow me up here so we can talk. It was a shock to hear that he was leaving. I felt betrayed that she knew before he’d even told me, but, deep down, I know that he would have told me in his own way. Perhaps, I should be angrier with him, but I know Michael, at least I’d like to think I do, and I know he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. Especially not after he called me his girlfriend in front of my family.

Thinking about Michael, I slip out of my clothes and cover myself with a short babydoll nightdress before I move over to my window, letting the slight breeze cool my heated skin. The moonlight on the water is magical, and that’s when I hear my bedroom door open and gently close—the lock engaging.

“It’s only me,” Michael whispers but I already knew who it was.

He’s silent as he crosses to me, slips his arms around my waist and drops his face to my shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself?”

I cover his hands with mine. “Did you intend on telling me?”

“Damn straight I did.” He breathes into my ear and nips the lobe with his teeth, sending shards of pleasure rippling down my spine, bringing me out in goose bumps. “I just didn’t know how and I was afraid of your answer.”

Frowning, I turn in the curve of his arms and reaching up, I caress the nape of his neck while I hold his gaze. “What question?”

He drops his forehead to mine, searching my eyes. “I want you to come with me back to Lexington.”

“And you thought—”

“That you might say no considering you haven’t been on the island a week, and we haven’t been together more than a couple of days…but Brooke, I don’t want to leave you here, and that’s not just me wanting to protect you from Carrie. I want to see where this goes. I haven’t had what we have with anyone else and that means something to me. You mean something to me.”

I offer him a wry smile and pressing against him, I tug his face closer, sealing my lips over his. He immediately takes over and devours my mouth. The feel of his tongue sliding against mine creates a hunger in me that borders on frightening. His taste gently slips inside of me and I want nothing more than to get lost in this man.

His hands grip the silk of my babydoll, and then they’re on my bottom, kneading my flesh. The erection trapped between us is huge and pulsing with a life of its own. My mouth waters knowing what it wants more than anything right now.

I slowly break our heated kiss and nuzzle into his neck, licking and nibbling on the pulse point there.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he comments.

Smirking, I move back and yank his shirt over his head, and then spreading my hands over his amazing chest, I slowly kiss my way down his body, until I’m on my knees.

The bulge in front of my face twitches and when Michael inhales sharply, his flesh bursts out above the waist of his shorts.

Aroused, I meet and hold his gaze while I make quick work with getting his shorts down his legs. He doesn’t get time to remove them fully before my hands and mouth are on him.

He watches me caress the thick rigid penis. I lick along the swollen vein and bring my lips to the tip. Opening wide, I gently feed the head into my mouth and, holding it against the tip of my tongue, I feel his arousal drip. I wrap my lips around the flared head and suck, swallowing his essence.

Michael drops forward and grips the window frame, causing his dick to sink deeper.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “God, that feels so good…so tight…let me move, I don’t want to choke you.”

In reply, I stroke his sac with one hand. With the other, I knead his ass. He ends up so deep that the dark hairs surrounding his cock tickle my nose.

Bringing this pleasure to Michael is electrifying and every time he throbs in my mouth, I tingle between my legs.

“Stop,” Michael suddenly gasps, sliding out of my mouth. “I want to come inside you…with you.”

Panting, he kicks his shorts out of the way and holds a hand out to me. The minute I’m on my feet, I find myself facing the wall beside my window and the babydoll disappearing over Michael’s shoulder.

He spreads my hands on the wall, keeping his over mine, and then nudges my legs apart with his feet, but all I can feel, as my excitement grows, is the thick erection pressing between the cheeks of my bottom.

I wiggle my hips, hearing him hiss, I moan, “I’m ready for you Michael.”

“Let me check,” his voice rumbles in my ear, hardening my nipples to points bordering on painful, while his hand slips over my stomach. I hold my breath and gasp when he strokes me. “So wet.”

“I need you inside me…I ache.”

“Yes,” he hisses.

I feel him line his erection up and when he slowly pushes forward, he takes my breath away. He grips my hips and brings them further away from the wall, and that’s when he sinks balls deep…it’s also when I realize just how turned on I am.

Because the minute he cups my breasts, pinches my nipples, and starts thrusting, my core clenches. I come so hard that my eyes cross. Pulse after pulse ripples along his flesh as I feel it swell. One last thrust, he wraps his arms around me, and then I feel the heat of his release. He throbs and twitches pouring semen against my rippling walls, groaning and grunting in pleasure that mingles with my long moan of ecstasy.

I can’t catch a breath, but feel as though I never want him to leave me because he feels so good where he is, even when I feel our release gently slipping down my inner thighs, I don’t want him to move. He’s part of me.

His chest heaves against my back as he gradually loosens his hold around my waist and chest. “Never like that,” he pants. “Brooke,” he groans long and guttural, slipping free of my warmth.

Turning me in his arms, he picks me up and carries me to the bed. Crawling into the middle, he lays me down, and urges me to spread my legs. He then crawls between and settles with his head on my belly and his arms around my waist. Not the comfiest of positions, but one that speaks volumes. This man cares for me. He cares a great deal. It feels a lot like love.

So I whisper, “Yes.”