It Just Feels Right Ch. 02

**Please be sure to have read chapter 1 before embarking on this one. It will make much better sense**

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She woke with a start sometime later. Momentarily disoriented, she blinked and tried to remember what had happened. Her hip hurt like hell...and she was naked in a strange place...not a good combination, she thought to herself. As the prior events of the day slowly came back to her, she smiled to herself and snuggled back into the arms of the handsome man sleeping beside her. She knew she would have to sort out her behavior later...but right now, she just wanted to enjoy this. It's not like it was going to become a habit. As she moved, she felt a shot of pain coming from her "lady-parts." She smiled as she began to enjoy the soreness there. She had been used well. It had been far too long, and Mike had known exactly what she needed.

He groaned in his sleep and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. Shelly thought she might melt right there. His arms around her...being in his bed, post coital, she grinned from ear to ear and began trailing her fingers up and down his arm. He mumbled something in his sleep and moved against her. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass and thought back to how blissful he had made her feel. Her body started 'reacting' as she was running it through her mind, and eventually, it was impossible for her to lay still anymore. She stretched and began slowly pressing against him. He groaned again as he moved his growing erection against her backside. His hand began caressing her large breasts as she slowly arched herself into his touch. "Careful, girl..." his voice was groggy and deep. "I don't know if you have had enough rest yet."

Shelly smiled and whispered "Mr. Harding...the question is...have you?"

He smiled, opening his eyes as she rolled onto her back to look at him. His hand ran up and down her front...touching her everywhere. She began panting and begging him with her eyes for more. He growled and leaned over her, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth...claiming it...owning it. "Is that a challenge?"

She moaned and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders...willing to take anything he would give her. Mike's hands started to caress down her sides as he shifted his weight on top of her. When one reached her bruised hip, she couldn't help but wince and make a slight squeal from the sudden jolt of pain.

"What is it?" Mike froze and stared into her eyes...concerned.

"It's ok...it's just my hip is sore. It's fine." She tried to pull his mouth back down to hers, but he climbed off of her and threw the covers back. He flipped on his bedside lamp and looked down at her body.

"Jesus, Shelly..." His voice cracked as he stared at her.

"It's ok...it's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Have you even seen this?" He hissed. Mike stalked to his closet and grabbed a robe.

She glanced down and sighed with disappointment as he covered his beautiful body with the terrycloth.

"It's no big deal...it's just a bruise."

Without a word, he scooped her out of bed and carried her in a cradle hold into his bathroom. His mouth was a grim line as he remained silent while he gently placed her on her feet in the enormous shower stall. "Mike...I'm fine..." Shelly tried to reason with him, but he ignored her as he turned the water on. She was a bit relieved when he untied the robe and stepped inside with her. "Please...it's ok...its no big deal."

He still didn't answer her. "Lean on me." It was an order more than a request, as he snaked an arm around her waist and held her firmly against him. She had to admit, it was nice to get her weight off that hip.

"Don't be mad." She was trying to ease the worry off his face...trying to get him to say something. He adjusted the temperature and closed the shower door. Just as she was opening her mouth to try again, the shower spray came on and she was instantly drenched. It was coming from a huge overhead showerhead as well as two jets softly shooting out from the sides hitting her perfectly in the back and front. She was taken aback at how good it felt, feeling like she was getting a mini-massage.

He let her stand for a while and adjust to the temperature. She could feel the tension slowly easing from his body. She rested her cheek against his chest, deeming it best to let him work it out himself.

He held her for a good three minutes before he finally spoke. "You're hurt." He seemed pensive...there was something off about his tone and she began to argue but he cut her off. "Don't tell me you're not. You have a deep purple bone bruise the size of a god damn watermelon on your hip..." 'How the fuck did I miss that?' he silently berated himself.

Something told her not to argue with him anymore. She reached her hands up as she looked in his eyes.

Her fingers found the bump on his head. "So are you."

"I'm fine." He grabbed her hands from behind his head and brought them to his mouth...holding them there as he thought. Even though he couldn't deny the dull headache that had been threatening to take him over all afternoon...he was much more concerned about her. "I think a trip to the hospital for you is in our future."

Shelly looked down at her hip. She even gasped slightly when she saw how much the bruise had grown over the past couple hours...and was taken aback by how angry it looked. Dark purple and grey splotches dotted her whole side surrounding one big dark, dark bruise. Still, she was not going to let this stop her from enjoying every second she had with her mysterious, sex-god, hero. "Mike...no!" She yanked her hands out of his. "I don't need to go to the hospital for goodness sakes. It's a bruise! I will live." She was a little scared of how her hip looked...but still didn't think a trip to the ER was necessary.

The water dripped from his nose and chin as he stared her down. "I've seen bruises before, Michelle. This could be something more than that."

She tried to take a step back and ended up stumbling from the pain that shot from her hip to her toes. Mike caught her before she collapsed. He held her while she regained her balance, and even then, only loosened his grip a little.

She lifted her face to him and made note of the stern expression on his face. Suddenly she knew she wasn't going to win this battle. "Ok..." She sighed. "How about...if it still hurts as much in a couple hours we go?" He began to speak, and she brazenly interrupted him. "I don't have medical yet, and don't want to be buried under a hospital bill if it's not absolutely necessary!" She batted her eyes at him when his jaw clamped shut. "Please..." Her nails ran up and down the sculpted sides of his core. "Please Mike..." She pressed herself against him and began kissing a line across his chest...staring up at him, trying to use her big eyes to her advantage. She licked the water from his strong pecs as his fingers gathered in her hair.

He grumbled and shifted his weight as he watched her tongue flick out against his chest. It was one of the most erotic things he had seen in a long time. Did this woman have any idea of the effect she had on him?

She kept eye contact with him as she used her mouth to help convince him to loosen up. Finally he could take no more. "One hour." He tugged her hair and brought her face to his. "I'll give you one hour." He kissed her quickly. "Then...I am taking your ass to the ER if it's not improved. NO arguments." He gave her backside a quick, hard slap that made her yelp. His other arm was still cinched around her waist, so he knew she wouldn't fall. "Understand?"

Shelly was left panting after her "spanking" and couldn't explain why she was suddenly so much more turned on. She decided to play along and batted her eyes at him again. "Yes, Sir." She couldn't have known the effect her playful words were having on him. Her mouth found his chest again. "Thank you, Sir."

Mike growled deep in his throat and swatted her backside again...this time harder. The echo of it rang in the stone shower as Shelly flinched and cried out. It hurt! It hurt...but as quickly as it came, the pain was fading and making her feel hot...and alive. Suddenly her hip didn't hurt anymore. She smiled up at him...aching even more for him now...and began to kiss his neck when he pulled away from her. "Don't start something we can't finish, Michelle." His eyes were dark with desire and she could feel his erection growing against her stomach.

"Why can't we?" She was breathless in her need for him as her hands ran over his wet nakedness and worshipped his hard chest with her mouth.

"You're hurt." His voice was rock hard as he looked at her coolly. "God only knows how much worse I've already made it."

Her mouth dropped open. "No...no no...you haven't made anything worse." She was truly dumbfounded that he could think that. "You didn't hurt me, Mike. You saved my life...you gave me one of the best..." she paused, blushing. "...afternoons, I have ever had! You certainly didn't hurt me." She was trying to make eye contact with him, but he avoided her. Part of her wanted to continue teasing him...pushing him until he gave her what she wanted...but deep down she knew better. She knew to leave well enough alone...for the moment at least.

"Maybe if I would have controlled myself and thought things through, I would have realized how injured you were instead of pouncing on you like a damn caveman. I wouldn't have made you walk all over the damn property...or the damn dancing..." She could see his jaw clenching as he cursed himself for his supposed lack of self-control.

She sighed, leaning her head against his hard chest. She certainly didn't expect this! Finally she looked up as his hands loosened their grip on her. "I loved the dancing, and the walking...and the being with you." He scoffed as she implored him to look at her. "You didn't hurt me, Mike." He glanced down at her face, water running off his perfectly sculpted nose. "I promise...you didn't hurt me." She gave him a small smile as the shower rained down on them both. "You gave me the most pleasure I've ever had...and I would do it all again in a heartbeat, no matter how much my stupid hip hurts. I'd do it all over again."

Shelly thought she saw a hint of a smile cross his lips before he cleared his throat and pulled her to him. They were silent for a while then. She clung to him as he kept his arms locked around her waist. She put her ear to his chest and listened to his heartbeat...closing her eyes and begging him silently not to blame himself. Finally, he leaned down and gave her lips a quick peck. "If you say so, princess." His grip on her loosened slightly as he took a deep breath.

"You have to tell me, Michelle. You have to tell me if it's ever too much."

While she didn't understand exactly what he was talking about, she just clung to him and agreed.

That was the end of the discussion as Mike reached behind her and grabbed some shampoo. He washed her hair...washed her entire body. His fingers were like magic against her scalp. She didn't even try to contain the noises of appreciation that escaped her mouth as he was lathering her up. He was indescribably careful as he used the loofah over her body, even her bruise...where he paused to lay the gentlest of kisses on her purple skin there. He was very thorough, as he even stopped to gently massage between her legs. "Are you sore?"

She felt her face turn beet red as she turned her face from him and tried not to laugh.

"Oh, come on. I think we are past the point of things being taboo."

She finally turned to face him, feeling some relief when she saw the sly grin on his face. "If you must know...yes I am a bit sore."

He grinned from ear to ear.

She laughed at his smirk. "It had been a while, ok? And I've never been with someone so..." She stopped herself, trying to find a way to finish her sentence without sounding like a complete idiot. "...so gifted."

Mike laughed as his hands roved all over her body. "I like that." He kissed the back of her neck as he continued massaging her sore muscles.

"You have way too much tension in your shoulders." His deep, dark voice tickled her ears as he tried to loosen the muscles up with his expert fingers. "You need to learn to relax."

She couldn't form a coherent sentence. She was leaning back against his solid body...her eyes closed...her mouth open and making all kinds of obscene noises. Mike smiled against her cheek as his hands continued to work their magic. She felt like putty in his hands when he finally finished.

"Mmm...." That was the only sound she could muster.

Mike chuckled lightly at her. "Feeling better?" He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him.

"Very much so." She smiled as she leaned her head back on his chest, the water beating directly down on her upturned face. She let it fall on her as she felt his chest move as he breathed.

Mike kissed the top of her head. "Come on...you're going to turn into a prune soon."

She wanted to return the favor, but he demanded that she sit on the bench (yes his shower had a bench). She watched him as he washed his body and eventually his hair. Her mouth was probably open half the time in pure awe...as she had never seen a finer specimen than Mr. Michael Harding. His black hair looked even sexier when wet. And his body...his body was enough to give any woman reason to believe in God. He was like a sculpture. Muscular...but not too many muscles...just enough...long and lean...damn he looked good. He caught her staring and shot her a crooked smile as he turned the water off.

Shelly smiled back as she bit her lip and averted her eyes. "Really?" He teased. "You're getting shy on me now?"

She giggled. "No..." Even then she could feel her face heating up.

Mike grabbed two large fluffy towels from a rack just outside the shower door. He quickly dried himself with one and wrapped it around his waist. The other he held in his hands as he approached Shelly, still frozen on the bench. "Come here." He spoke to her softly, but something in her told her to listen as if it were an order. She got to her feet and he was right there...holding her up and gently drying her body at the same time. He very delicately wrung the excess water out of her hair before wrapping the towel around her and picking her up.

"I can walk..." she murmured as she nuzzled his neck. He carried her back into his bedroom.

"I don't want you to walk." He inwardly groaned as her lips lightly brushed his neck as she nestled in his arms. Steeling his reserve, Mike gently laid her on the bed. "Don't move."

She smiled at him as he kissed her cheek and turned to go out of the room. She laid on his extremely comfortable bed thinking about how crazy the day had been. From her car being smashed to meeting her handsome hero to having the most mind-blowing sex...it had been quite a ride. Even as her hip began to shoot sparks of jabbing pain down her leg, she smiled. Who would have thought...what started out as a terrible day has ended with her being naked in Mike Harding's bed?

"What's that grin for?" Mike came back in the master bedroom carrying her overnight bag and a glass of water.

She tilted her head at him as he looked down at her. "I was thinking about you."

"Really?" He sounded skeptical. "Good thoughts I hope."

She giggled. "Of course."

Mike retrieved a pair of shorts from his dresser and put them on. She couldn't help but stare at him...his body was simply amazing. Shelly struggled to remember if she had ever seen someone so devilishly handsome. Between his wet tousled hair and the way those shorts hung low on his hips...she couldn't help but unconsciously bite her lip as she thought of all the things she would love to do to him. Mike caught her gaze and for a second his eyes seemed to bore into hers...raging with passion and desire. He shook his head and let a little sigh go before he switched back into 'business mode.' "Here, take these." He handed her two white pills and the glass of water.

She did so without question. She handed the water back to him as he helped her lie back down.

"Roll on your side." He bent and retrieved a canister of something from his nightstand.

Shelly turned her body, giving him easier access to her injured hip.

His hand undid the tuck and gently parted the towel along her side...peeling it back slowly, tossing it to the floor as it revealed the large black and blue splotch on her skin. He inhaled sharply as he looked at the massive bruise again. After surveying the area, Mike came to the conclusion that he didn't believe anything was broken...but she had one hell of a bone bruise. He held the bottle up to her. "This is vitamin K and menthol ointment. It will help with the bruising and pain."

She nodded her understanding. Even though his fingers were extremely gentle, she couldn't help but jump and whimper just a little at the coolness of the ointment and the stinging pain from his applying it. She closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut as hard as she could, but couldn't stop her body from twitching or the occasional sound. She knew he was doing his best to be careful and she appreciated it very much, but it was so tender...so very sore. Thankfully she was able to hold her tears back.

"There..." He rested his hand on the side of her thigh as he bent to whisper in her ear. "All done." He had heard every noise she made, felt every time she flinched in pain...each one like a stab in his heart. Each one making him say to himself: 'You should have known. You should have known better.' Even though Shelly said he hadn't caused her any pain, he still felt guilty...guilty and irresponsible.

Shelly smiled and turned her head to his. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry that hurt." He knelt closer to her...slowly caressing her hair.

She smiled back at him, trying to lift the sadness from his perfect blue eyes. "It's not your fault. Besides...I'm pretty tough." She winked as he cocked an eyebrow at her.

He planted a firm kiss on her mouth, his eyes determined and searching hers. "Promise me. Promise me you will tell me right away if the pain gets worse."

She nodded as he loomed over her. "I promise."

"Good girl." He kissed her again then...inhaling her scent as his mouth ravaged hers. He was careful not to bump her hip as he put the top half of his body over hers, pressing her down into the bed, re-igniting the sexual fire between them. His tongue gently probed her mouth as he ran his hand up and down her undamaged side. He wanted to give her some good feelings to overpower the pain and discomfort she had just been through. Mike cupped her breast in his hand and gently brushed his thumb over it, loving how her nipple became instantly hard for him. He groaned into her mouth when she arched her body to him. He squeezed her breast gently as her tongue began caressing his.

Her arms came to his sides and began running up and down the muscles there...feeling them move as Mike kissed her harder. She could feel her body reacting to him as she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. Shelly's head swam with desire as he growled deep in his chest when she tried to pull him more on top of her.

Suddenly, he pulled his lips from hers and took a shaky breath. "You...what you do to me..." he muttered as he got off the bed and picked up her bag.

Shelly was still laying breathless on the bed, reeling from his amazing kiss as he opened her bag and began pulling her clothes out. "What's this?"

"You need something to sleep in." He selected a pair of jogging shorts and a camisole. As he moved to the edge of the bed to put the shorts on her he mumbled some more. "Damn impossible to just sleep next to you if you're naked."

She reached down and began to help him pull the shorts up. "Lie still." He snapped. "Don't make me strap you down." He was completely focused on what he was doing, and Shelly wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear that last part.