Damn him.
“Umm.” I’m not about to tell him where. My heating cheeks should be answer enough.
“Where, Bella?” he warns.
When he shifts his leg, I yelp and nearly leap off him from the sudden ache the contact causes.
“Bella,” he muses, walking his fingers across my thigh until he dips between my thighs, where I squirm strategically so my core doesn’t rub against anything. “Is my baby girl sore?” He makes a pleased sound in his chest, skimming his fingers over the part of me I’ve been trying to keep away from him.
“Mickey, I’m serious. It hurts.”
“Fine.” His chuckle brings me anything but relief. “On one condition.”
“There shouldn’t be any conditions to this. I don’t think I’ll survive another round.” My voice rises an octave or two.
“What’s that saying? You break it, you buy it,” he teases. “Well, that only works if I don’t already own it.”
“You do not own it or me, Ro—Mickey Riviera.” I bite the inside of my cheek for the near slip-up. I could say it, and he’d stop with his advances. But what else will stop?
“I disagree.” He places the tiniest bit of pressure on my center, and I push back against his chest to escape his touch. “Do you want to know what my conditions are?”
I burn holes into him with my glare. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
I narrow my eyes. Mickey is never that simple. “What are the caveats?”
“There are none. Kiss me, and I’ll let you go back to your seat.” He’s smirking, and I don’t know if it’s a mischievous smirk or a cocky one.
“Okay.” I quickly peck him on the cheek and scramble to get away, but his vice-like grip around my waist becomes steel.
He presses his lips to my ear and lightly circles my sensitive nub through my tights. The friction is enough that I can feel the heat of his fingers through the thin material. “It was very generous of me to give you such an easy offer. So I will say it one last time, and you’ll give me a kiss like the good little girl you are. Or else I might decide that your pretty lips would be put to better use…elsewhere.”
His threat vibrates through my body. Somehow, someway, despite how beat up my nether regions are, Mickey manages to make me throb with pleasure.
“Okay,” I whisper, a tremble in my voice.
“Okay, what? You want me to come in your mouth, baby girl? Fuck, I can just imagine what those eyes of yours will look like when you gag. I bet you’re wet—"
“I’ll kiss you,” I blurt out to cut him off.
I don’t need him to know that he is one hundred percent correct about what’s happening downstairs. His praise only adds to my downfall. And waterfall. What would he feel like in my mouth? I never got a chance to feel him, but he looked like he would be silky to the touch. How would—
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Kiss Mickey, that’s all I need to think about right now. Nothing else. No distractions. Just… Just focus on those very kissable lips and keep our hips a healthy distance away from each other.
He raises his brow, eyes alight with amusement. “I’m waiting.”
Here goes nothing.
I lower my lips to his. At first, he doesn’t kiss me back. Then, my breathing stutters to a stop with the force of his kiss. It’s as brutal as the way he fucks. His hands move to thread in my hair, holding me hostage as his tongue dominates my mouth.
Kissing him here feels more intimate than what went down in the woods and the bath—intimacy without the sex. I want this, right? I want Mickey, just under different circumstances and at the right time? I… I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. I haven’t had time to sit in my corner of the world and sort through my thoughts and feelings. But I have to focus on the now.
“This is more than a kiss,” I try to say through his refusal to break it.
“Shut up, Bella.” His gravelly tone curls down my spine.
He bites my lip and angles my body to deepen the kiss, but it hurts. Not my lips, but my goddamn abused bits, rubbing up against the harsh material of his jeans and solid muscles, making me want to scream.
I tense with a pained whimper, and he stills.
“Did I hurt you?”
That’s a loaded question. “Yes. I kissed you, like we agreed. Now, can I please lie on my side so I can attempt to make a full recovery.”
Mischief gleams in his eyes. “On two conditions—Three.”