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I’m dizzy as I hold onto his hulking shoulders, relishing the sting as he leaves his mark on my neck. Then he changes his mind and claims my mouth again. I don’t even realize we’re moving until the light changes. We’re inside his apartment now.
Micah kicks the door closed and my back hits a hard surface. I want him so bad I’m ready to let this happen standing up right here against the wall. My bra is gone, my tongue is captive, and I feel the engorged length of his cock pressing into my damp panties through his jeans.
A low groan rumbles in his throat when I reach down and cup my palm over the bulge, searching for the zipper.
Micah stops me by breaking the kiss. He shoves away from the wall and winds my long hair in his fist to get my attention. “No, you don’t get that until you earn it.”
Already I’m dazed by this level of passion. I’m also impatient to have so much more. “What do you mean,earn it?”
There’s his smirk again. “You’ll see.”
He carries me a short distance and tosses me lightly onto the bed. I rise up on my elbows to watch as he opens his pants.
Micah dips his hand inside and rubs himself while studying my reaction. From the neck down, his skin is painted with a collection of random scraps of art, like a practice canvas or the most graffiti-filled east side building. It covers his chest and runs down his arms. He prefers black ink to color but this takes nothing away from the artistic merit. I could spend hours poring over the details and never completely absorb it all. I can pick out skulls that look alive and animals that seem human. The effect is painful and beautiful.
There’s not a flaw to be found in his muscled body, from the broad span of his shoulders down to the sculpted ridges of his abs. Micah knows exactly how hot he is and somehow this makes him even sexier.
Typically, I drool over the suit and tie look, not guys who wear battered old jeans and are covered with mismatched ink.
As of tonight, that trend is history.
No polished suit will ever have a prayer of competing with Micah’s raw sexuality.
He drops his pants but leaves his blue boxers in place.
There were rumors about him back in high school. Boys aren’t the only ones who talk. Girls also tell stories. And I might have glanced down a time or two when he strutted around in his swim trunks, curious to see if he was really hung the way girls whispered about.
The proof is now irrefutable. This boy ispacking. The shape of his massive cock strains the fabric. Another searing surge of excitement quivers between my legs.
He stands at the edge of the bed. There’s now a fierce spark in his arresting blue eyes. “Sit up.”
Unsure of what he has in mind, I rise to my knees.
He’s not satisfied with my position and palms my ass to pull me closer, close enough to feel him against my belly. He cups my chin roughly between his fingers and stares into my eyes. “We need to get something straight first, Tessie Belle.”
It’s startling, hearing my nickname from him. He’s never called me that before. I had no idea he even knew about it. “I’m listening.”
Micah’s eyes are like blue fire and he doesn’t blink.
He runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. “We both know I’m nothing like what you’re used to. But if I go too far or doanythingyou don’t want then you let me know it. Understand?”
I bob my head, half hypnotized by his gaze. “I understand.”
“Good. Now get on your back and show me.”
“Show you what?”
“How you touch your pussy. Show me what you do to get off.”
I’m not completely inexperienced. But no man has ever talked to me so bluntly in the bedroom.
And I am HERE for it.
But he’s not the only one who wants to set the record straight. “Micah, I can trust you, right?”
There’s a sudden change in his eyes and I’m not sure why.
He becomes solemn and doesn’t sneer or look away when he says, “You can trust me, Tess. I promise.”
