Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 36

*Shelby*

“Just for tonight,” I whispered, biting my bottom l*p. Sleeping with Michael even for just one night was probably a bad decision, but I didn’t care at the moment.

I was so caught up in the emotions he sent spiraling through me, I couldn’t bring myself to say no. At his touch, my skin was on fire, and the taste of him lingered on my lips even after he pulled away.

It was all the invitation that he needed to pick me up and k**s me again and again. He trailed a soft touch up my side and my skin prickled at his wandering hand. He laid me back against the soft cushions, and I caught a brief glimpse of his skin as his shirt billowed.

I couldn’t help but run my hand up his stomach feeling each well-defined ripple of muscle. Goosebumps appeared in waves along my body as the heat of his chest traveled up my arms.

I helped him out of his shirt as the firelight sent dancing shadows across his skin. His linen shirt fell to the floor in an unwanted pile.

Michael leaned down to me and settled his hand upon my cheek. The gesture was adoring, which made my heart ache with happiness. I had never been looked at the way Michael gazed at me.

“You are so unabashedly beautiful, Shelby.” His eyes narrowed in a hungry gaze that left me wanting more.

His thumb traced the soft contour of my mouth, melting away my thoughts of anything but him. His deep eyes penetrated my soul, warming me to my core. I had to have him.

I reached for the waist of his jeans, but he stopped my hand and grinned at me.

“Slow down. If we can only have this one night, I want to remember every second of it. I want to memorize every curve of your body, every sound that crosses your gorgeous lips, every look on your face. If you are only going to allow me one night, I am going to make it count.”

His lips met the nape of my neck, making my entire body shudder. Every k**s and soft touch of his lips along my collarbone had me melting.

Michael’s hands slid to my waist, and he tugged up the fabric of my shirt. He gently eased the garment over the top of my head. I felt his eyes devour the sight of me in my black lace bralette.

A gust of wind snuck through the holes of the lace, making my n*****s even harder than they already were at the sight of him. Michael’s lips trailed down my neck and to my breasts, teasing me with his tongue.

He kissed along the upper barrier of my bra, leaving me panting and writhing beneath him as I longed for him to take my hardened peak between his lips.

Again I reached for his belt and busied myself undoing it. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, and he chuckled softly at me, but eventually, it gave way, allowing me to access his top button and zipper.

I wanted to rip the fabric from his body, but I remembered that he had told me to move slowly, so I did my best to keep my trembling fingers calm.

The moon continued to rise higher in the sky as we slowly and methodically abandoned each piece of Michael’s clothing. I was ready to follow his lead, but Michael insisted on slowing everything down for me, making my body physically ache with desire for him.

He unclipped the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor at his feet. His soft k****s trailed every part of my chest as he made his way down to my belly button.

*Shelby*

“Just for tonight,” I whispered, biting my bottom l*p. Sleeping with Michael even for just one night was probably a bad decision, but I didn’t care at the moment.

My arousal burned inside of me even as the cool breeze of the evening nipped at my naked body. Michael pulled me closer to him. The heat from the fire only warmed one side of our bodies.

“Are you cold?” he whispered against my neck, his breath fanning out and warming my flesh.

Shivers continued to move down my naked body in response to him and the breeze, I did my best to give him a verbal response, but my ability to speak had evaporated when his lips met my bare skin.

I could only manage a slight shake of my head. However, Michael swept me into his arms and back into the house. His bare feet were soft on the cold tile of the hallway, and he used his back to push open a door.

I could barely make out his bedroom in the dark, a skylight offering the only light in the room directly over the bed.

The bed was covered in a white goose-down duvet that fluttered in response to Michael tossing me into the pillows. Then, as the blanket settled around me, he crawled over the top of me, quickly taking some protection from the nightstand and slipping it into place.

I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer to me, my thumbs massaging against his cheekbones.

“I am so lucky to have met you. Taking that trip was the best decision I have ever made,” I panted, and I kissed him hard, sucking his bottom l*p into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on the soft flesh, leaving him leaning into me with want.

I could feel his hardness against my thigh, which only served to spur me on to k**s him deeper.

When I released him, he smiled down at me, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I am the lucky one. I will always be the lucky one.” Michael’s fingertips brushed my cheek as he moved a loose lock of hair away from my face.

He kissed me back and lowered his body to meet mine. I lifted myself up to him, wanting to get as close to him as possible. I needed him so badly, the thought of there being any distance between us at all was unimaginable.

His need for me was also apparent, and he pressed himself closer to me, his hardness poised at my entryway. The heat of our bodies mingled in the warmth of his bed.

I gripped the duvet cover in both of my hands, anticipating him pushing inside of me, but he was still gazing down at me, taking his time.

I was unable to fight my longing for him for another second, so I didn’t. With both hands, I gripped his muscular back, spreading my legs wider to welcome him in. His smile shifted to a smirk, and then, he was moving inside of me.

My head tipped back, and an ethereal m**n left my lips as he filled me completely.

Michael took his time with this as well, creating a smooth, steady rhythm that had me hanging onto him as my only grip left on reality. My hands trailed down to his firm a*s, and touching him in such an intimate place sent another shiver of pleasure through my body.

Before long, I felt my body begin to spasm around him, and it was all I could do to keep oxygen in my lungs. Michael’s lips were on my neck, and I could feel him increasing his pace to match my m***s as I tumbled over the edge, crying out his name in a voice I didn’t even recognize as my own.

Michael kept me at my peak for what seemed like an eternity. By the time he tightened up and grunted a few times, filling me with warmth, I could hardly handle the intensity of what he was doing to my body.

After Michael finished, he didn’t move off of me right away. Instead, he kissed me softly, taking his time, his tongue dancing around mine, as if he were savoring the taste of me. When he finished, he kissed me a couple of more times, quickly, and then moved so that he was resting next to me.

He pulled me to his chest, cradling my head against him and running his fingers through my hair. I nestled against him, wrapping an arm around his chest. I wanted to tell him all of the emotions I was feeling in my heart, but I didn’t dare.

We had said just once. How could I lie in his arms and tell him I loved him when this wasn’t just our first time making love, it was also goodbye?

I couldn’t do that to him. So, instead, I lay there in his arms, letting my heavy eyes close, listening to the rhythm of his heart and his breathing, wishing this was just the first time and not the last, but nothing could be done to change our circumstances.

This would have to be the end.

I woke up a few hours later, and Michael was still awake. I knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted me again.

My instincts said no, we shouldn’t do this again, but the fact that we had already made love once, and the night wasn’t over, spurred me on. Before I could stop myself, I was mounting him, and with him buried deep within me, I rocked my h**s, letting that feeling of euphoria wash over me again.

We continued to make love for hours until we were both exhausted. Finally, I began to fall back to sleep and settled next to him, but my mind was too busy to let me fall asleep completely.

I watched the look in Michael’s eyes as he looked over at me. My breath slowly started to settle back to an average pace. He stared at me as though he couldn’t look away.

The soft glow of early morning dusted the starlit sky. He kissed my lips so softly I wasn’t sure if it was real or if the entire steamy night had been a dream.

He laid his head back on one of the many pillows and closed his eyes. A small hint of a smile still lingered on his lips.

Michael wrapped a soft blanket around my naked body in a protective way. I melted into his side and could feel his heartbeat syncing with my own. I listened to the steady rhythm of his breaths until they slowed. I knew he had fallen asleep.

Despite the heaviness of my eyelids, my mind didn’t want to rest.

Michael had a way about him that made me feel safe, wanted, and, dare I think it, loved. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time. This one night with Michael put three years with Todd to shame. I couldn’t see myself ever replaceing any man as wonderful as Michael again.

I felt a piece of my heart break, knowing this couldn’t last… that I wouldn’t let this last. Knowing that everyone in Michael’s life would make sure that we wouldn’t even get a chance to try. I didn’t want the ugliness of reality to ruin the perfect night we had shared.

Michael was right. If we were only going to have one night together, we needed to make it count.

Rather than giving in to my thoughts, I closed my eyes and fell asleep in his arms.