36. All Of Me

36

ALL OF ME

“ T hat was nice of Cade to take Ty overnight,” Kelly said. “Did you know he was going to offer to do that?”

“No,” he said. “Good thing I had a change of clothing with me already.”

“I’m sure Ty would have survived without it,” she said. “Most kids don’t care.”

“True,” he said. “It’s not like he had pajamas, but Alex said he could wear a pair of Cam’s. I’ll have to have the twins over one night too to give them a break.”

“Have you had any kids over before?” she asked. She and Michael hadn’t had a night alone without Ty since before their fight.

She was looking forward to this once Michael told her that Cade asked.

They needed this time.

Things were going well but not back to where they were.

Maybe they could talk tonight if the opportunity presented itself.

But she had other things on her mind she’d rather do first.

“No,” he said. “Ty has the bunk beds because I thought they’d be fun.”

“Why don’t we not talk about kids tonight,” she said. “You know Ty is out cold and will be fine.”

Cade had texted thirty minutes ago to show Ty sleeping in Cameron’s room. They’d left the party a little earlier than some others, having the baby.

It allowed her and Michael to enjoy some time without him stressing and looking out for Ty the entire time.

“He will be fine,” he said. “And I want to focus the night on you. I want to give you something I feel I haven’t given you in weeks.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“All of me. I don’t know why but there is part of me that worries you’re holding back and maybe I’m doing the same. We are feeding off of each other.”

She liked that he noticed it. That he brought it up before her too.

“I think we are. I don’t want to upset you and it could be you are doing the same. We are both guarded and the other is reacting that way.”

“Which goes back to us needing to talk. We just did. I’ve got nothing else more to say than what you just said. I recognized and acknowledged it.”

“The same,” she said, reaching up and hugging him. Her mouth went to his for a light kiss. She could almost feel the tension leave his body at the same time. “So we can focus on giving each other tonight. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like something we both need,” he said, picking her up and carrying her up the stairs to his room.

He wasn’t one for being romantic.

Actually he never showed many signs of it. He always was sweet and caring outside the bedroom, but when they were getting naked, it was more rushed and electric. To the point and sometimes mind blowing.

This felt different to her and maybe it was what they both needed.

He set her on her feet and then lifted her T-shirt up and over her head and dropped it on the floor. She pulled his shirt off of him too and did the same with it.

Her hands went to his chest. So big and broad. She loved his size and how she felt so protected around him.

Could be that was a big burden he had to carry in life too. That many looked toward him for that.

“I love the sprinkling of hair you’ve got. Not so much that you need a shave or a comb, but enough in there to let me know you’re a man.”

“I didn’t know that a few hairs on my chest made me a man,” he said, laughing.

She moved her hand down between his legs. “No.” She cupped him. “This helps too. I love it.”

“More than you love me?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, laughing. “Now is one of those times.”

“Then I don’t feel so bad saying I get a lot of enjoyment out of these.”

He took one finger and slid it under the strap of her bra and dragged it off her shoulder, then did the other side.

The material fell away and her nipples were exposed. His thumbs grazed over the hardened peaks, sending chills down her spine and her body gave an involuntary shiver.

He undid the clasp at her back and removed the cotton bra from her body, it dropping to the ground next to her shirt.

He lifted her up and she went to wrap her legs around his waist, but he placed her gently on the bed and moved down her chest until his mouth landed on her sensitive flesh, pulling it in and sucking, then moving to the other side and doing the same.

She arched up into him to get him to do more. Move faster. But he was taking his time and almost cherishing her.

“Michael,” she said. “I need a little more.”

“You’ll get it,” he said. “When I’m ready.”

“Oh,” she said. “This is a game of teasing?”

“No,” he said. “No games. This is real, what you and I have, and I want to keep it that way.”

“Me too,” she said, her hands moving down his back and into his shorts, then cupping his ass.

She moved them around to the front and tried to unfasten his shorts and somehow managed it blindly without much space between them.

She pushed them down off his hips, him moving to kick them away and then undoing her shorts and lowering them down too.

She thought he’d start to taste her, but he didn’t. He grabbed a condom and she shifted up on the bed higher for him.

He climbed on and got on top of her, grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

“I thought of teasing you for hours. I could do it too. I might later or another night. But there is part of me that just can’t wait to make you mine. I can’t wait one minute longer.”

He nudged her knees apart, found her heat, and sunk in. Not fast. Not slow. But like Goldilocks, just right.

She lifted up to meet him, but he wasn’t going to be budged from what he had in mind.

His mouth went to hers, their fingers entwined, his hips moving forward and back at a steady pace.

She was slowly building when in the past she wanted that massive rapid crest and then crazy release.

Kelly was hoping for the release because nothing rapid was happening right now and she was all but pinned to the bed, not allowing her to move more.

His tongue slid into her mouth, her finding and matching his, their lower bodies moving at the same speed.

She moved her legs and picked them up to wrap around his hips. It was all she felt she could do and got them even closer.

He was almost pulling all the way out and then sliding in hard now. He’d never done this before and she wasn’t sure where he found the body control for it.

She let out a moan and he did it again. Out and then slamming in.

“Oh God,” she said, breaking the kiss. She wanted to release her hands to wrap them around his back, but he wasn’t letting her and kept them pinned over her head.

Michael looked into her eyes as he held still. “Tell me you love me.”

She searched for a meaning behind the forcefulness of the words. “I love you,” she said. “Tell me the same.”

“I love you,” he said.

His hips moved faster, their eyes glued to each other. She saw the urgency there now. The arousal and the fierceness of the release that they both needed. Both wanted.

He was squeezing her fingers hard. She didn’t mind the pain. It just made her more aware of what was going on between them. Around them.

Her back arched some more, the sensations between her legs so close to the tipping point for her release.

“I’m right there,” she said. “Are you?”

“Keep your eyes open,” he said. “Watch me.”

“Let’s watch each other,” she said.

It was the intensity in his gaze that was the deciding factor that nudged her over that ledge.

She started to come and close her eyes.

“Keep them open,” he said.

“It’s hard to do that.”

She felt she was forcing them open as everything inside of her was pulsing and squeezing.

“Nothing that is worth it is ever easy,” he said.

Those words kept their eyes locked in place as she felt him coming right along with her.

“No,” she said. “It’s not.”

He’d been balancing on his forearms and dropped down and rolled, releasing her fingers and pulling her on his chest.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” she said. “Nothing hurts or is painful, but I feel so drained. I’m not even sweating.”

He laughed. “The same. Maybe we need to focus on each other like that more.”

“Maybe we do,” she said and finally closed her eyes.