*Shelby*
"I’m the lucky one, Shelby," Michael whispered against my lips.
"Well, you’re about to be.”
As soon as the door shut with a click, Michael rushed across the room and wrapped me in his arms. I grabbed his collar as I stood on my toes to kiss him. In one fluid motion, he slipped his hand up to cup the back of my head.
His kisses quickly grew in intensity as his hands wandered down my back. His need for me was evident, and I eagerly accepted each kiss. I’d missed him so much. My hands gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
In a flash of movement, he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me into the air. I felt his weight shift under me as he walked over to the bed, his knees hitting the mattress, halting us in place. I kissed him harder, desperate for him to move things faster. I needed him like I needed air.
