He took a step forward just as the driver got out, and my heart began to hammer in my chest because I knew that face. I’d seen that face.
That was the face from the club. The face Micah was running from.
Without really thinking, I was moving. I closed the distance between me and Micah and grabbed his arm. “Wait!”
He jolted, then shoved at me. “What the fuck, Vanya. Don’t do that!”
“Sorry. Sorry, I—” Shit. I was breathless. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the guy freeze in his tracks. I didn’t look over at him. I was pretending I hadn’t seen him at all. Taking Micah by the shoulders, I spun him so his back was facing Hunter, and then I leaned in. “I need to kiss you.”
“This isn’t fucking cute, Vanya. I?—”
“Is Hunter.”
Micah went completely still. He swallowed thickly, then turned his face up toward me. “What?” The word was a ragged whisper.
I leaned in further and murmured, “You call for Uber, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Is not Uber. Is Hunter.”
Micah drew his lower lip into his mouth, then let it go. “How do you know?”
“I see him. He’s standing outside of his car, watching us. So kiss me.”
“Vanya…”
“He think we are lovers, yes? Boyfriends? So kiss me.”
Micah’s hands rose slowly, and he laid an agonizingly glorious touch to either side of my face. My eyes closed as his fingertips curled around the edges of my jaw, and then he pushed up on his toes as I leaned down to close the rest of the distance between us.
Just before our lips touched, the SUV doorslammed, and we both froze. Micah’s breath rushed over my cheeks with his heavy exhale, and his hand moved into my hair.
He still wasn’t kissing me.
A rumble cascaded across the empty parking lot, and then came the sound of tires on gravel.
Hunter was leaving.
The moment the sound faded, Micah pulled back slowly and licked his lips. For a second, I swore disappointment flashed across his face, but it was gone before I could be sure. He was holding his boundary with me, and I respected him for it, but god, I wanted him even more now.
I exhaled slowly, then took a step back. “Come on. I give you a ride.”
“No.”
Groaning, I tipped my head back and looked up at the stars. God, save me from falling for this stubborn fucking man. “Micah?—”
“I don’t need you to jump in and save me, Vanya,” he snapped.
I looked over at him. “You’re just angry because I flirt with your brother.” Micah jolted. “Yes, I know he told you. But it was not flirting. It was being nice. He doesn’t know difference, which is silly. He’s grown man. He shouldn’t assume.”
“Vanya,” Micah groaned. “You flirt with everyone.”
“No, I am nice to everyone. Maybe you don’t know difference either.” Something inside me had pulled tight, and in that second, it snapped. I was onhim again, one hand against his neck, the other on his hip. I leaned in and spoke right against his ear. “When I tell you that you are sexiest man I have ever seen, that I think of kissing you all night. That I touch myself when I remember you on my lap in the car…writhing?—”
“Vanya,” he breathed.
“Is too much? I am crossing a line?”
