Except that isn’t how you resolve problems. A pity because it seems to involve a lot less effort on my part.
“A selection,” I whisper as I let him inside a minute later to discover he’s bought half the liquor store. “Are you sure Thaddius didn’t pass down any of his vices?”
“Hey,” he says, giving me a nudge with his elbow. “These are for you, not me. Doyouhave a problem you want to tell me about?”
He waggles his eyebrows so adorably that I can’t help laughing.
“This,” he says in a commanding tone. “It’s the best vodka I could find. Guaranteed to be morning headache free.”
I arch my brows at him, dubious, but his insistence leads me to pour us both a generous sample.
“Mixers,” he says in a wistful voice. “Forgot those.”
“Shots it is.” I clink my glass against his and down the contents in one go.
Perhaps a mistake considering my throat immediately catches fire and my lungs forget how to breathe.
“Here,” Micah says, refilling my glass with water and forcing it into my hand. “When’s the last time you ate today?”
“At lunchtime.”
He waits until I finish skulling the glass of water to suggest, “Perhaps take it a bit more slowly. Do you want me to order in some food?”
And sit across from him, trying to think of conversation that doesn’t touch on any of our pain points while pretending that I haven’t had his cock in my mouth? That I don’t want it there again.
Fuck that.
If I’m spending the rest of my life alone because men are arseholes, then the least I deserve is one gorgeous memory of sexual intimacy that isn’t stained by the thought that Micah’s only doing it to screw over his brother.
“I want you to take me to bed.”
The blunt statement might be true but I’m not sure either of us was ready for it to come out of my mouth. Micah looks hesitant and I have a sudden dread that he’s going to reject me. That without the spice of brotherly competition, I’m not worth enough for him to bother.
Then his hands plunge into my hair and his mouth seeks mine, stealing my breath away more decisively than the vodka. I undo the buttons of my blouse and grab one of his roaming hands, putting it on my breast where the nipple is already straining towards his touch.
“You’re sure?”
I snort with laughter, firmly cementing that I’m not a lady. “No. I’m extremely reluctant. You’ll have to convince me.”
With a low chuckle, he grabs hold of my skirt and slides it upwards until it barely covers my underwear. Then he lifts me onto the counter, placing me on the very edge. He flips my bra forward and attaches his hungry mouth onto my breast, sending so many shivers spilling across my chest that I could be mistaken for a block of ice except they’re reacting with heat instead of cold.
“This doesn’t feel like a bed,” I mock complain, tangling my hands into his hair and urging him towards the places I need his mouth most. “It’s too hard for one thing.”
“It’s not the only thing that’s hard,” he growls, the reverberations over my nipple making it turn from a rock into a diamond. He takes hold of my hand, placing it against his crotch where I massage his erection through the thick fabric of his jeans until he moans.
I love the sound. Love knowing that I make him feel as good as he does me. The power it gives me sends a flood of desire coursing through my veins until I can’t stand the amount of clothing between us.
I attack his t-shirt first, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor behind us while my greedy fingers chase over his smooth skin like they’re a potter fashioning a god out of clay.
“You feel so good,” I say, leaning forward to lick a drop of perspiration from the centre of his chest. I track it back up to his collarbone, nuzzling into the dips before trekking up to the glorious curve of his neck.
“No hickies,” he warns me as I fasten on like a hungry leech. “My men would never take me seriously.”
“You need a better class of men,” I retort. “Don’t they know you’re a big deal? A leading light of the syndicate. You should whip their arses until they understand what’s acceptable and what’s not.” The idea tickles me in more areas than just my funnybone. “In fact, I demand you do that because I desperately want to watch.”
“Oh, we’re into sharing now, are we?”
“Fuck sharing,” I snap. Fuck it right in the arse. “Nobody else is allowed to lay a finger on you unless they like getting them chopped off.”
