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Micah
I walked awaywithout putting up a fight. The very reason I came over here. To fight for her.
I was angry at myself for not trying harder. For not telling her or showing her that she wasn’t just a fling. Walking away basically proved to her she was disposable, just like the others. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. She was different. Which meant I wanted something different. She was—
Standing on the sidewalk, her chest heaving as she drew in deep breaths.
This was my second chance, and I wasn’t about to let it pass me by.
Did I need to go caveman on her and toss her over my shoulder? No.
Did I enjoy the looks people were giving me as I practically sprinted back to her room? Yup.
Because without a word, I was basically claiming Lex as mine. More so, I was stating I was hers.
When I was with a girl, there were always rules. Two to be exact. My number one rule was no kissing. It was too personal. Intimate. The other rule... no touching in public. What we did behind closed doors was one thing. In public, they had no claim on me, which meant they couldn’t put their hands on me. No hand holding. No fondling.
Occasionally, a few of them would take my arm, and I allowed it, in a group setting. In the middle of a party. If that was the person I was planning on going home with that night. But walking across the quad, alone, where anyone could see us... that would never happen. Which is why the three girls in the lobby when I walked in with Lex over my shoulder started whispering about me.
Micah is so hot. I wish he’d throw me over his shoulder.
Is she dating Micah?
Micah never lets anyone touch him!
I couldn’t get away from those girls fast enough. I recognized one of them but I’m pretty sure nothing ever happened between us. My choice, not hers.
But now that we’re alone in Lex’s room... I’m starting to freak out. I’m nervous as hell, and all I want to do is pull her in my arms and kiss her senseless.
Her lips are so soft.
Yes, I kissed her last weekend.
Yes, it took me by surprise, the need to taste her.
No, I don’t regret a moment of it.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now.” I begin to pace back and forth.
“I, um …”
She sounds just as nervous as I am. Is it because she feels this tension between us? Or is it because I’m scaring her? I really hope it’s not the latter.
Forcing myself to stop, I kneel on the floor between her legs and look into her eyes. “Just be honest with me, Lex.”
I realize I’m begging—also something I’ve never done before where a woman’s concerned—and I don’t care. I need her to talk to me. I feel like I’m about to explode with feelings. Some I recognize, others are foreign to me, but I’m fairly certain I know what they are.
Which scares me even more.
How is it possible that this girl, this woman, has gotten under my skin in such a short amount of time? I barely know anything about her. There are a million things I want to ask her. Even more things I want to do with her... inside and outside of this tiny room.
Hell, I even turned down two girls this afternoon. Cindi the wildcat being one of them.
I have no interest in sticking my dick in anyone but Lex. And I know I have to find a way to tell her that, but I can’t seem to find the right words.
“My dick is yours,” or “He only wants to play with you,” were the first two things that came to mind. Obviously, I tossed those ideas out. Talking about my dick and wanting to be inside of her isn’t a great way to tell someone you’ve decided to jump off the sex train you’ve been riding.
Sex train? Really?
