Don’t Deny Me: Part Two by Megan Hart Read Free Book Online

that moment, that she could bottle. She gathered him close and listened to the sound of his breathing slow. He pushed off her after a few heartbeats and kissed her. Then again.
    She broke the kiss to take his face in her hands, looking into his eyes. “I can’t believe you came here.”
    “When I woke up and you were gone, nothing else really mattered except seeing you again,” Mick said, and looked immediately ill at ease, as though his own words had surprised him.
    Alice was smart enough not to let him linger on the revelation. Instead, she shoved him until he rolled off her, then got up to pull on a pair of panties and a T-shirt from the drawer. She looked at him over her shoulder.
    “Food,” she told him with a smile. “I’m starving. Want some eggs and bacon?”
    “You are the perfect woman, you know that?” Mick had been taking care of the condom, but he looked at her now with a half smile and a blaze of heat in his gaze.
    She would never have claimed perfection, but the way he looked at her made her believe him. Or at least believe he meant it. And that, Alice thought as she took him downstairs to feed him and kiss him some more, was better than actually being perfect.
    * * *
    Sunday dinner with Mom’s roast chicken and all the trimmings had been a McManus family tradition since before Mick’s birth. He hadn’t been to church in years except for a few weddings and a couple of funerals, not even at Christmas or Easter, but that didn’t usually stop him from heading over to his parents’ house around two o’clock to be fed. He’d watch some TV with Pop, argue with his older brothers Jack and Jimmy, get a lecture or two from his younger sister Mary who thought that being married with three kids somehow gave her the responsibility of making sure everyone else was as crazy as she was.
    Mick had never brought a girl around before.
    Somehow, this morning, waking up in Alice’s bed with the smell and taste of her still all over him, inviting her along to Sunday dinner had seemed the most normal thing in the world. Especially since he’d spent the last four Sundays waking up in her bed, usually making love to her before making his retreat early enough in the morning to head home and grab a quick shower before heading to his parents’ house. She’d never complained or questioned. Never pouted like lots of the other girls he’d dated would have. Which was exactly why this morning after spending a nice thirty minutes with his mouth between her legs, Mick had asked her to come along. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that they were in the driveway, he was second-guessing.
    “You okay?” Alice gave him a sideways glance. She’d unbuckled her seat belt but hadn’t yet made a move to open the door. She leaned forward to peek through the windshield at the house. “Should I be more nervous?”
    Mick tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song only in his head. “No. Of course not.”
    “Should you be less nervous?” she teased, and leaned across the seat to kiss him.
    Bam, just like that, she’d managed to make him want to laugh and toss her in the backseat all at the same time. Five words and she’d figured him out exactly. When she tried to pull away from the kiss, Mick held her closer for a second.
    “Are you afraid they won’t like me?” she whispered against his mouth, then pulled away enough to search his gaze.
    “No.”
    “Are you afraid I won’t like them?”
    “Maybe,” Mick admitted.
    Alice smiled and swiped her fingertip across each of his eyebrows. “How bad can they be?”
    It wasn’t that they were bad, exactly. “I’ve never really brought anyone around before. That’s all.”
    Alice’s grin disappeared as her eyebrows went up. “Oh. Shit.”
    Mick laughed. This girl, he thought. This girl was amazing.
    “Well no pressure on me, then,” she continued, sitting back and smoothing her skirt. “Not like I have to be extra special or anything.”
    Mick