A Dozen Dates by Missy Mitchell Read Free Book Online

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    “A virgin wouldn’t usually have sex until... oh; let’s say the tenth date...” Michael pressed on. “And frankly, wild, drunken sex...” Gemma’s jaw dropped and she couldn’t believe her ears. “Wouldn’t come into play until at least the twelfth date...” Gemma turned her head and just stared at him. Michael was bravely smiling as he went on, “So I figure I owe you nine dates, this being the first of them... Perhaps eleven...”
    “Michael, you don’t have to do that...” Gemma told him.
    “Yes I do,” he informed her.
    “I’m okay...”
    “I don’t care – I owe you nine dates,” Michael told her adamantly, his gaze confirming his decision.
    Michael walked Gemma up to her door and stood there while she put the key in the lock and turned it. She was pushing the door open when he swooped down and grabbed her hand and slowly pulled it up to his chest, where he placed it flat and traced her slender fingers with his own. Gemma felt the warmth of his shapely mass beneath the slippery, shiny textile of his shirt and her stomach began to tighten again. She looked up at his face and saw his eyes searching hers – her soft full lips parted gently and she began panting in anticipation. Michael smiled harmoniously at her as he lifted his hand from hers, slid it under her hair and rested it on the curve of her neck and watched as Gemma instinctively and affectionately nestled her neck against his touch. He took his other arm and wound it around her waist and pulled her into him while she traced her hand up his strong supporting arm and placed it on his powerful shoulder. Her nostrils delicately flared as his masculine scent once again invaded her reason and she, by design, pushed her chest against his and tilted her head slightly back. Michael leant in slowly, never averting his gaze from her misty grey eyes and Gemma felt herself dizzy again; and so when she felt his breath on her mouth she allowed her eyes to fall closed. She tasted his sweet wetness as his lips gently met hers. She moaned quietly and subconsciously thrust the hand that was on his shoulder up the back of his neck and through his thick, sandy-brown hair, grabbed a handful and slowly squeezed.
    Michael softly closed his lips over her top lip, sucking it into his mouth and kissing it, and Gemma closed her mouth, in effect, kissing his bottom lip at the same time. Slowly Michael parted his lips and wrapped them over both of hers, and kissed them tenderly, and then against the pressure of her grip, he pulled his head back slightly. Gemma parted her weighty eyelids and absorbed his gaze as he lent back in and they gave each other one final peck.
    Michael unwrapped his arm from Gemma’s waist and put it by his side, and then he slid the one from her neck around to her cheek and stroked her softness with his thumb and smiled peacefully. Gemma let go of his hair, only just realising the grip she had. “Thanks for tonight, Gemma; I had a really nice time.”
    “Errm... Me too... Thank you,” she muttered, and then she dipped her head, embarrassed of her provocative exposure and turned to fumble with the door.
    “Night Gem,” Michael said and he started to step away.
    Gemma half turned, but only made eyes through her shielding hair, “Night.” Michael smiled, and walked away.
    Eight more dates..? Gemma knew he was only dating her because he quite decently wanted to make atonement for taking her virginity. Truth be told, she was rather loving Michael’s company, and under different circumstance she would really like to date him... But pity dates? Was he even aware of the effect he was having on her? Obviously not... Well that’s just great!
    Gemma lied on her bed and thought about Michael... He sure did make her feel funny - she never experienced such strange sensations with Greg... What was that anyway..? Was it love? Is that what love feels like? There was no way she could survive eight more dates without developing some kind of