When Micah managed to unwind himself from in between my legs, my chest continued to inflate and deflate in rapid succession. I stared at him as he hovered above me.
“I needed to taste you before leaving.”
Thanks to the light I presumed he turned on in the room, I could see the regret shining in his eyes. Slowly, I allowed my gaze to travel down the length of his body. I spotted the bulge in the blue jeans he wore. Sitting up on my elbow, I reached for his head and cupped my hand behind his neck to bring his face to mine.
“That’s not all you were planning to leave me with, were you?” I asked against his lips.
His mouth tightened, and the war in his eyes told me that yes, he’d planned to bring me to my sexual heights with his tongue and then leave. I couldn’t have that. Sure, he had a meeting to go to for a case of his or whatever, but damn that. I needed him.
I shook my head. “You can’t wake me up like that and dip out on me, hun,” I whispered before fusing our mouths. I was met with a modicum of reluctance before his hunger outweighed his rationale, and he kissed me wholeheartedly.
Sitting up, I undid the button of his jeans and slid them down, over his hips, reaching around to squeeze his muscled ass. The same ass I enjoyed watching on our morning runs together.
Pulling him free from his boxer briefs, I fisted my hand around his girth. My fingertips barely touched as I stroked his length. Micah’s hands were all over me, pushing me down to my back, but I resisted.
I leaned back, shaking my head. “I want to be on top,” I insisted.
In the blink of an eye, I found myself straddling Micah as he laid on the bed. I moved my hands underneath the T-shirt he wore, playing with the hairs on his abdomen and chest. I began to lower my hips to the tip of his dick casually. I wanted to take my time with this. I was in the mood to memorize every minute of our coming together. A piece of me already regretted that I’d been asleep during part of this experience.
My comments from the day before about only having another three weeks left before I had to return to New York had hung heavy in my mind all day. I was ready to admit that a part of me, a massive part of me, didn’t want to go back.
“Jodi,” Micah murmured my name right before he lifted his hips while holding his hands around my hips.
My nipples pebbled to the point of pain when he repeated my name continuously, along with the words I had wanted to hear, but didn’t know it.
You’re mine.
This wasn’t the first time he’d made such a declaration as we made love. Every time he did a newfound well of hope sprung up in my chest as if it were a new blood vessel delivering much needed blood to my heart.
I wanted to be his. For longer than the next three weeks.
“Come with me,” he demanded, tightening his hold on me as if he were afraid I would escape.
I nodded and worked my hips over his shaft, squeezing and loosening my pussy muscles to deliver the stimulation he needed that would send him over the edge. We came together within seconds. A chorus of grunts and moans bounced off the walls, creating music that only he and I could genuinely appreciate.
“I—” I stopped myself from saying something I might regret. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. I couldn’t let emotions get the best of me. I needed to think. However, as I peered down at Micah, I saw the hope in his eyes that I felt in my chest. He was waiting for me to say it.
“I’m going to miss you,” I stated, two notches above a whisper.
The small gleam in his eyes seemed to dim, but he nodded, sitting up and bringing our lips to touch.
“It’s just an overnight trip. Two nights tops.”
I lowered my head, knowing that already. Besides, it wasn’t this particular trip I was referring to. It was the fact that I had a whole life in a city across the country that I needed to get back to, in only a matter of weeks.
I kissed his lips, not wanting to divulge too much of myself, which was extremely difficult to do, seeing as how he remained embedded inside of me.
“We’ll talk when I get back.”
I nodded but didn’t know what it was he wanted to talk about.
Hesitantly, I climbed off of him and watched as he redressed himself and exited the room, heading to the bathroom. He returned shortly with a wet cloth, using it to clean me off, before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Pulling back, he stared down at me. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay at Joel’s?”
I held up my hand, grinning. “Micah, we’ve been through this. I’m not staying with your father because you’ll be gone for a few days. Your place is secure. You live in a gated community. On top of that, I know how to defend myself. I’ll be fine,” I finished, waving him off and smothering a yawn with my free hand.
“Go back to sleep. I’ll call you when I make it to Dallas. Hound will be downstairs, keeping a close eye on you. Don’t let his ass up those stairs.”
