Sixteen #2
“Yeah, but you like me this way,” I tease, my hand sliding from her back to her waist.
Her laugh is soft, but it’s real, and the tension from earlier seems to ease.
Charlotte, of course, chooses that moment to pipe up from a few feet away. “Well, that was unexpected. Should we give you two a room, or are we all just third-wheeling now?”
Mia groans, burying her face in my chest. I grin, looking over at Charlotte. “You’re always welcome to watch and take notes, Charlotte. It might help your love life.”
Charlotte’s mouth drops open as she sputters, “Oh, you’re such an arrogant—”
Mia’s laughter cuts her off, muffled against me, and I feel my chest loosen.
That’s the sound I wanted to hear.
The soft hum of the car engine fills the silence. Mia is resting her head against the window. Her breathing is slow and steady, her lashes fanned across her cheeks like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
I glance at her as I turn into our building’s parking garage. She’s out cold. Completely and utterly knocked out. Her perfect full lips are slightly parted, and her face is peaceful for the first time tonight.
Pulling into my space, I turn off the engine and sit there for a moment, just looking at her.
God, she’s beautiful. Even when she’s asleep, with her hair all messy from tugging at it for most of the night, and her dress wrinkled from the evening, she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.
Will I ever tire from looking at her?
With a sigh, I get out of the car and walk around to her side. Opening the door, I lower to my haunches and gently touch her shoulder.
“Mia,” I murmur.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
I shake my head, a smirk pulling at my lips. “Of course, you’re going to make this difficult.”
Without another word, I unbuckle her seatbelt, slide one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her out of the car with ease. She stirs slightly, her head lolling against my chest, but she doesn’t wake up.
The walk to the lift feels longer than usual, probably because I’m hyper aware of her in my arms. Her scent—something soft and floral—wraps around me, and the warmth of her body seeps into mine.
When we reach our floor, I nudge the door to my flat open and carry her straight to my bedroom. The thought of dropping her off at her flat crossed my mind for half a second, but the idea of fumbling with her keys while holding her was not happening.
I lay her down on my bed carefully, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her lips part, and her eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep.
“Austin?” she whispers, her voice groggy and soft.
“Shh,” I murmur. “Go back to sleep, Mia.”
But instead of closing her eyes, she reaches up, her fingers curling around the back of my neck.
She gently pulls my head down and her lips find mine in a kiss that’s as unexpected as it is electric.
“Mia,” I murmur against her mouth, trying to pull back, but she tightens her grip, her other hand sliding up my chest and tugging me down to her.
“Don’t,” she whispers, her voice stronger now. “Don’t stop.”
And just like that, every ounce of self-control I’ve been clinging to snaps.
I kiss her back, slow and deep, my body pressing into hers as her hands roam over me like she’s been waiting for this moment forever.
“You’re impossible,” I mutter, my lips trailing down her jaw to her neck.
“And you’re still wearing too many clothes,” she shoots back, her fingers tugging at my shirt.
I can’t help but laugh, the sound muffled against her skin. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
She grins up at me, her eyes sparkling despite the fact that she was dead to the world just minutes ago. “Then it’s a good thing you like trouble.”
Yeah, I really do.
I fumble with the buttons of my shirt, finally managing to shrug it off and let it fall to the floor. Mia’s gaze burns as it drifts down my torso, her teeth catching her bottom lip before her tongue slowly runs along it.
“Your trousers,” she commands, her voice low and dripping with desire. “Take them off.”
I smirk, more than happy to oblige. Unzipping my fly, I slide my trousers down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. Her eyes light up, zeroing in on the bulge straining against my boxers.
“Fuck me,” Mia says, her voice husky and full of heat.
“Oh, believe me, I intend to.”
I’m on her in a second. My mouth crashing against hers as I claw at her dress. The silky material refuses to cooperate, and I let out a frustrated growl.
“Here,” she murmurs against my lips, hitching it up herself to give me better access.
Good girl.
I waste no time, pushing her lacy underwear to the side and sliding a finger into her. The heat and slickness of her body nearly undo me right then and there.
“Christ, Mia,” I groan. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”
I find her clit, circling it with my thumb, and she lets out a ragged moan that sends a jolt straight to my cock.
“Yes . . . just like that,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
Her hips grind against my hand, desperate and wild, and the sounds she’s making are enough to drive a man insane. I watch her fall apart beneath me, her orgasm hitting her hard, her body trembling with the force of it.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
Before she has a chance to recover, I flip her over so she’s on her stomach, her perfect arse raised for me. I slide my boxers down and position myself at her entrance, pushing into her slick flesh inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, gripping her hips as her tightness squeezes me.
“Oh God . . . so good,” Mia gasps, her voice breathless and raw.
I pull out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that has her crying out with every thrust.
“My hair,” she pants, her voice breaking.
“What about it, baby?”
“Grab my hair.”
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I gather a fistful of her hair, giving it a gentle tug so her head tilts back. She moans loudly, and I nearly fucking lose it.
Her body starts to tremble again, and I know she’s close. “Austin!” she cries out, her muscles clenching around me as she falls apart.
The sensation sends me over the edge. I slam into her one final time, groaning her name as I spill everything I have into her sweet pussy.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged and uneven. She curls into me, her body warm and soft against mine.
“Wow,” she whispers, her voice still shaky.
“Yeah,” I agree, running a hand down her back. “Wow.” I smirk and kiss her temple. “Who would’ve thought sweet little Mia likes it rough?”
“Shut up,” she mutters, grabbing a pillow and smacking me with it before tossing it aside.
I laugh, pulling her closer.
She curls into me and presses a kiss to my cheek, her lips soft and lingering. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
“For what?”
“For being you,” she says simply, her eyes meeting mine with a softness that takes me by surprise.
I don’t respond, but I tighten my hold on her, letting my actions say what words can’t.