Saving You by Jessie Evans Read Free Book Online

began to trail down her neck,
making her heart beat faster.
    “ I did,” Faith said,
smiling as she shifted in his arms, bringing her lips a whisper
away from his. “But I’m still up for more fun.”
    “ I was hoping you would say
that,” Mick said, a husky note in his voice as he reached over,
hooking his hand under her left knee and pulling her up and over to
straddle him on the couch.
    Captain Snugglepants leapt from the cushions
with an irritable yeowl and dashed for the kitchen like he was
being chased by a pack of rabid dogs.
    Faith chuckled. “I think we’re traumatizing
the cat with the constant banging,” she said as Mick’s hands
settled on her hips, drawing her closer.
    “ We close the door to the
bedroom most of the time,” Mick said, his warm palms slipping up
the back of her silver tank top to caress her bare skin. “Besides,
I warned him earlier that I’d be making a play for you as soon as
you walked in the door. I can’t be expected to resist you in this
shirt.”
    “ Why’s that?” Faith’s
breath rushed out as Mick’s hands molded to her ribs before
slipping around to cup her breasts.
    “ It’s the shirt you were
wearing the night I started to fall in love with you,” he said,
thumbs brushing across her nipples, sending waves of desire
coursing between her legs.
    “ The night I vomited on
that guy’s shoes?” Faith’s fingers threaded through Mick’s thick
black curls, holding tight as he intensified his efforts at her
breasts, teasing her tightened tips between his fingers and thumbs
until she moaned.
    “ The same,” he said,
abandoning her swollen flesh to strip her tank top over her head, a
soft curse escaping his lips as his gaze swept up and down—from her
wild hair, to her bare breasts, to where her thighs spread on
either side of his hips and back again. “You are so beautiful like
this.”
    “ Sweaty, with my makeup
running down my face?” Faith asked, leaning down to capture his
lips.
    “ Yes,” Mick said, kissing
her with the word. “Does that make me a dirty bastard?”
    “ No,” she said, biting her
lip as his hands returned to her breasts. “You’d be a dirty bastard
if you wanted to pull my hair while you took me from
behind.”
    Mick cursed again before he pulled away to
gaze up at her, a hooded look in his eyes that made the knot of
longing low in Faith’s body twist tighter. “Is that what you’re in
the mood for?”
    Faith reached down between them, popping the
top button on his jeans before reaching lower, caressing his
erection through the thick fabric. “If you’re up for it.”
    “ I’m up for anything as
long as it involves being buried inside you in the next two
minutes,” Mick said, surging to his feet, holding her in his arms
with her legs wrapped tight around his waist as he headed for the
bedroom.
    Moments later, the rest of Faith’s clothes
were off and Mick’s hand was fisted in her hair and his cock was
filling her, stretching her, driving inside of her until there was
nothing but Mick and the sounds of their bodies coming together and
the way he made the pleasure building inside of her swell until she
was blind with it, until she had no choice but to let go, bucking
back into Mick’s thrusts as he joined her release with a rough
cry.
    “ I am never going to get
tired of this,” Mick said, rolling them over, fitting her against
his chest.
    “ Having really great sex?”
Faith nuzzled closer to his skin, feeling she might start purring
with satisfaction.
    “ Having really great sex
with my best friend,” Mick clarified before kissing the top of her
head, sending a warm, loved feeling flooding through Faith,
followed closely by a familiar wave of disbelief.
    Sometimes it was hard to believe this was
her life, that she’d really found a man who loved her with the
perfect blend of heart, humor, and bravery, who never let her down,
always had her back, and made her the happiest she’d been in her
entire life. After growing