Gravity sucked the lingering scented water down the bathtub drain with that telltale glurg glurp as Sara ran the comb through her damp auburn locks. She didn’t want to think about the rollercoaster ride her life had become over those three months all those years ago. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered was Paul. He was here and he loved her.
And in 17 days he would finally make love to her.
A slight smile touched her lips at that thought while she wrapped the towel a little tighter around her torso. If the effect his kisses had on her were any indication then any lingering regrets she might still have over the past were sure to be erased from her mind in just over two weeks’ time.
Sara stepped out into her bedroom, instantly taking note of her purse and bags on the bed. As she reached for her robe that stretched across the foot of the bed, the tiny hairs at the back of her neck stood on end.
She wasn’t alone.
“We really need to talk.”
“And we have to do it this moment? I’m in a towel, Michael.”
“I can see that.” He took a step away from where he lounged against the door in her direction. “Feel free to go ahead and change out of it.”
Clutching the towel to her cleavage, “I don’t think so. What do you want that’s so important it can’t wait?”
“You.”
Sara stood dumbfounded, rooted in place, unable to respond. How was she supposed to respond to that? I want you too? Come and get me?
No. There were other people to think about in this. Other people’s feelings mattered. Paul and Nika mattered.
She cleared her throat. “Excuse me?”
But Michael didn’t repeat himself. Instead, eyes locked on hers in intense concentration, he advanced on her, lips meeting hers at the same time his hand moved to cup the back the back of her head. Her gasp of surprise was swallowed away by the softest brush of his lips just before his tongue licked into her mouth in exploration. Though some part of her mind knew what they were doing wasn’t right, she felt her arms slip around his neck.
Even with nearly five years spanning between kisses, she’d forgotten neither his taste nor skill. A soft moan rumbled somewhere in her throat as his other hand moved to the small of her back, caressing her through the thin material of the towel, guiding her closer to him. A stray water droplet from her hair trailed down her shoulder and stained his shirt, forgotten the moment it fell.
Sara broke away, breathless. “We should stop this, Michael.” Her head fell back as his mouth worked hotly across her jaw. “Anyone could walk in.”
“I locked the door.” He walked backwards until his calves hit the bed, pulling her over on top of him, displacing some of her purchases with a soft rustle on the floor.
Her mind was pulled in a million directions in an instant. No part of her wanted to hurt Paul or Nika. At the same time…they both seemed so far away when Michael’s body lay ready for action beneath her own.
She pulled away from the gentle caress of his lips, gazing into his eyes until she’d lost where she ended and he began. “Someone could hear us, Michael.”
His hands trailed down her back until they reached the hem of the towel, pausing long enough to stroke the creamy expanse at the back of her thighs. “You should be quiet then.”
“I…”
But Michael didn’t give her the opportunity to respond, really to think. His weight shifted in a sudden movement, rolling her underneath him. Sara’s lips parted in surprise, a movement he took as invitation, crushing his mouth over hers with bruising force, stealing away her will for anything except to possess him. Her nails clawed at his back, fighting with the material of his shirt until she was able to feel a sliver of the smooth muscled skin at his lower back.
How her towel was still in place was really anyone’s guess…
Michael pushed himself up onto his elbows so he could gaze down on her face. “I want you, Sara. I was a fool to let you go back then.”
“But what about…”
“They don’t matter.” He stroked her face with light fingers. “Let me make love to you.”
Sara stared up into those amazing blue eyes, seeing herself reflected back the way he must see her: beautiful. Breathing was nearly impossible by this point. How long had she waited to hear those words fall with such ease from Michael Scofield’s mouth?
Wordless, still holding his electric gaze, she reached up and took his hand in hers, guiding it to her lips so that she could press a lingering kiss on his fingers before moving it down to the flimsy knot that protected her modesty. Once his fingers closed around the material, she wound her arms around his torso and craned her neck up to reach his lips, letting her eyes slip closed, kissing him the ways she should have so many years ago.
The knock at the door was in sharp contrast to the tenderness of the moment. “Sara?” Paul’s voice was full of concern. “Is everything alright in there, angel?”
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