Page 15 of The Originals
“I just assumed—” She clamped her lips. This was not making her previous statement any better.
“That I wouldn’t be faithful?” Mick arched his brow. “Never had a wife or an old lady, but if I did, she’d be it for me. I settle down with a woman, it means I can’t live without her. Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
Meg drew in a breath.
“Come here.” His graveled voice was low, but she followed his command. She stopped a foot away, and he reached out, grasping the side of her neck and pulling her closer. Meg went willingly, maybe even a bit too eagerly. This could’ve been a slow burn first kiss, but he ruined that immediately with skin-on-skin contact. She pressed her hand to his chest, fisting the cotton.
Never in her life had she been the first to lean in for a kiss, but she found herself thrusting her mouth against his and slipping her tongue between his lips. His grip tightened over her neck, sliding his thumb over her throat as his tongue caressed over hers. He tasted like smoke and sugar. It shouldn’t have been a great combination, but she’d never tasted anything more appetizing. It had nothing to do with flavor and everything to do with the way his lips moved over hers.
His hand wrapped over her waist and across her back, hovering over her ass. Wild thoughts ran through her mind. Him and her, naked, consumed her thoughts. She inched closer, pressing her hips against him. He had about six inches on her, and they didn’t match up, but she felt his length press against her lower stomach. Mick was having the same reaction to their kiss as she was. She tightened her thighs trying to find relief. Her panties would be soaked if this continued, but Meg had no plans of stopping.
Unfortunately, Mick did. He ended the kiss, loosening his hold and creating a small gap between them. His eyes scanned her face, dropped to her lips, and he smiled. He slid his hand to her jaw, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
She’d heard it a few times, mostly from boyfriends with an ulterior motive, and her parents, who were obligated to say it. Never once had she believed it more than she did at this moment.
“When am I seeing you again?”
She licked her lips. “Friday night?”
It was too eager, and the small smile playing on his lips confirmed it. Playing hard to get had ended with one kiss.
“There’s a party at the clubhouse. I’ll pick you up at nine. That good?”
Meg nodded slowly.
“Down the block?”
His question spiked her thoughts from her walk home. If Mick picked her up at the house, there would be an introduction to her parents, and most likely an interrogation when she arrived home. She had no idea where this was going with Mick. Was he worth the hassle of dealing with all the inquiries?
Yes!
“Can you pick me up at my house?”
The corner of his mouth curled. “I can do that.”
“You should probably come to the door. Meet my parents. Will you do that too?”
He pressed his lips against her, muttering, “Yeah, anything you want.”
It was the best answer.
Meg tried to deepen the kiss, but Mick stepped back, smiled, and gestured to her house. Reluctantly, Meg walked backward, taking another last look at him.
“Goodnight.”
She turned her back and heard his voice again.
“Yeah, it was.”
Meg smiled, walked up the stairs, and entered the house.
****
It was after one in the morning when Mick walked into the clubhouse from his date with Meg. It was a strange feeling taking a woman out and even odder going home alone. Mick couldn’t remember the last time it had happened. Fifteen years ago?
There wasn’t a party tonight, and the clubhouse was low-key with a few brothers hanging out mostly at the bar. Mick lifted his chin, greeting Tully with his old lady, Maureen. They’d gotten married last year but had been together for years. Not many stayed faithful in a scene like the club, but Tully had always been all about his woman. Mick hadn’t understood why a man would want to commit to one woman for the rest of his life. After one date with Meg, he understood it.