“Come on my dick, Jodi.”
I let out a strangled moan as my entire body lit up with goosebumps from his command. With one final plunge down his length, I continued to lock my gaze with his and let my body have the release it’d been begging for.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I cursed, completely unable to push out anything else as my body pulsed on its release. Wave after wave of bliss passed over me, and just when I felt as if I was coming down from its zenith, Micah’s hands tightened around the cheeks of my ass, and he raised his hips one final time. His body went rigid, and he let out the hottest groan I’d ever head from a man as he came.
His orgasm, combined with the aftershocks of my own that still coursed through me, was what did me in. I slumped onto his chest, resting my head against it. I could hear the pounding of his heart beneath his ribs, and I found myself turning my head to place a kiss over it. Licking the salty wetness of his sweat from my lips, I moaned.
Micah rolled us so that we were both on our sides, facing one another, but he didn’t pull out of me. I didn’t want him to either. I had the urge to remain connected to him in this way for as long as possible. The way he stared directly into my eyes, blinking as if trying to discern what’d happened between us, forced me to guess that he was feeling similarly.
“Micah?” I whispered after a few minutes of laying in complete silence, staring at one another.
“Yeah?”
“What the hell was that?”
A lazy, slow smile moved over those lips, and my pussy muscles tightened, as they tended to do around him.
“I think the Earth shifted,” he responded, before raising and placing a kiss to my forehead.
What does that mean?I asked myself silently as we stared at one another, both of us trying to figure out what this new phase of our relationship meant.
Chapter Nineteen
I awoke for the second time that morning to an empty room. Though I could smell Micah all over the bed and all over me, I felt his absence. My heart felt bereft, almost incomplete because he wasn’t around.
Sitting up, I pushed the tangled sheets and blanket away from me and stood, stretching my arms overhead. Looking around, I finally allowed myself to take in the size of his bedroom. It was huge. Probably the size of my grandparents’ and my bedroom at their house combined.
Under my feet laid a light grey, plush area rug, which extended a few feet out from underneath and around the massive, king-sized bed. The wooden pillars surrounding the bed gave it a throne feel, which felt appropriate for Micah. The bedroom wasn’t overly decorated but the curved, black leather chair in the corner that halfway faced the window, and the black dressers that matched the nightstands made it comfortable enough. There was an overtly masculine touch throughout the room.
I headed for the window and pulled the long curtains open, shining light inside.
“Wow,” I gasped, staring through the glass at the backdrop of Micah’s home. His backyard was spacious, but that wasn’t what captured my attention. The view of the rolling hills in the distance stole my breath. It was expansive and thrilling to see the greenery from the grass and trees combine with the vibrant blue of the sky overhead.
Since it was late spring, the wildflowers bloomed cheerily throughout his yard and farther. The ground lit up in an array of deep orange and yellow from the sunflowers. Amongst the sunflowers were pockets of purple-bluish hues from the bluebonnets so prominent in this part of the state.
I stared, noting that I could make out a few dirt trails that lead up into the hills. A deep yearning emerged to go hiking. Out of nowhere, a vision of Micah, Hound, and I making our way up the path into the rugged trails came to mind.
Quickly, I turned away from the eye-catching scene before me, shaking my head.Three months is all I need.Micah’s words, when I reminded him that I was only in town for a short time, came racing back to mind. There was no need for me to go falling for someone that made his intentions clear.
Solving the case involving my grandfather and some good sex along the way was all this was.
I strolled back to the side of the bed and picked up a piece of notebook paper that laid on the nightstand. I’d missed the note upon first waking up.
Went for a run with Hound. Will get breakfast started when we get back. Everything you need to freshen up is in the bathroom.
I felt silly for smiling to myself a I placed the paper back on the nightstand. Glancing around, I spotted the suitcases of mine that Micah had brought up the night before. Picking out a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top that read ‘Believe Black Women’,with an image of a black woman sporting a large afro, I headed to the bathroom across the hall.
The fresh smell of vanilla hit my nose as I stepped into the room. Again, the bathroom was huge, and the black tiles and light grey carpeting that sat in front of the standalone bathtub drew my attention first. I lifted an eyebrow, tempted to climb in that tub. I loved a good bath, and it’d been ages since I took one.
I passed the tub to the shower, sliding the glass door open. The vanilla smell grew more potent, and I picked up the bar of soap, atop a freshly folded, white washcloth.
I had to be careful not to get the bandage that covered my cut arm wet, which took some maneuvering. The shower proved to be just what I needed to wash away the events of the night before, along with the little fantasies I started daydreaming about as I stared out of the bedroom window. I needed to focus.
My grandfather’s killer was still out there, somewhere. I suspected that the person who broke into my home the night before wasn’t some random burglar or attacker. My gut told me that it was due to my asking questions about my grandfather’s death.
“The autopsy,” I whispered as I turned off the water. The previous night, I’d forgotten all about the autopsy that I left in Micah’s car.
I dried myself off and used the lotion that sat out on the counter, before wrapping my body in the plush, white towel, to brush my teeth with the unopened toothbrush left out on the counter.
