Michael tore away at once, flushed and breathing heavily. Her phone buzzed with her mother's ring tone. His large body rubbed against hers, and she arched into him, reveling in his closeness. She forgot about the time, forgot about work, even forgot about her anxiety. "You learned that fast." Before she could respond, he took her mouth again. "God, Stella," he rasped against her lips, his dark eyes dazed and heavy-lidded. She kissed him back with everything in her, trying to tell him all the things she wasn't articulate enough to say. He claimed her mouth with his tongue in a way that was new and familiar at once. Until she sighed and leaned into him, tangled her fingers in his cool hair. He touched his lips to hers, and pleasure jolted to her heart, down her arms, down her legs. "Okay." He'd shaken her brain into malfunctioning, and apparently that was all she could say now.
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