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“No, I can come just fine.”
There’s his smirk again. “Is anyone else ever in the room when you do?”
Ouch.
“Honestly, I find that it’s way more productive to just get myself there.”
I brace for laughter.
But Micah doesn’t laugh.
He also doesn’t move. “Believe me, I could get you there, Tess.” The current in his voice is heavy and hot.
“Are you joking?”
“Never been famous for my sense of humor.”
“You think we should have sex?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Because we’re not even friends.”
“True. Makes no difference.”
“Micah, you don’t like me.”
“So? You don’t like me either. No one would ever know. You said you were looking for new experiences. An east side fuck would definitely qualify.”
I shouldn’t be tempted but I am.
Micah is far from a stranger. He’s always been part of my life. It’s true that we’ve never gotten along but it’s also true that he’s brutally hot. And I don’t doubt him when he says this would stay between us. Just a night of steamy fun to file away and never talk about again.
I’ve never had a night like that. Not ever.
And I know I’ve been missing something.
Something that I might be running out of time to find.
“You’re overthinking things,” he warns.
When he huffs out a laugh, I understand that he expects me to say no. He thinks of me as puritanical. Incurably neurotic. The kind of girl who religiously obeys the speed limit and will only screw beneath the covers in the dark. He’s sure I’ll either be offended or spit out a flat refusal.
Instead, I carefully set the beer down, get to my feet and promptly pull his bulky sweatshirt over my head.
The look on his face is fucking priceless.
I figured that Micah, who has seen and done a whole lot in life, would be impossible to shock. But the sight of me standing out here in nothing but my bra and panties leaves him speechless.
Though I know I’m far from ugly, I’ve rarely felt sexy. Cute and sexy are not the same. I’ve wished for bigger breasts, curvier hips. Tonight, however, I’m happy with my body, especially when Micah’s expression shifts to basic, unmistakable lust.
I roll my bra strap down my shoulder. “Now who is overthinking things?”
Not him, that’s for sure. Micah springs out of his chair and seizes me before I take another breath.
His mouth collides with mine and he scoops me up with one mighty arm. My knees open and catch on his hips. He demands my tongue and he gets it. His other hand locates my bra strap and pinches it open before twisting into my hair.
The feel of him is overwhelming. It’s like mounting a wall of muscle. I like that he’s a rough kisser, tasting of whiskey, tugging on my hair to tilt my head before sucking hard on my neck.
