Micah stepped in the tub—me and all.
I barely had enough time to toss my phone out of the bathroom before he dropped me on my feet, directly under the warm spray.
“If I could just get on the record that—”
Swooping down, Micah captured my lips—putting an end to my babbling for good.
So many days, and in so many ways, I imagined my first kiss with Micah Spencer, and not even in my most heated and vivid fantasies did it ever come close to this.
Lips steamy hot like the mocha sunrise he spurned, his moved against mine, melting my resolve like ice cubes on a Florida sidewalk.
I gasped, welcoming him in all too soon, and he stormed inside like the take-no-prisoners bad boy he was. Tongue tangling, moans mingling, fireworks exploding—my whole body came alive in his arms.
I had my fair share of first kisses. Some men were tentative as if they believed holding back was the sign of a gentleman. Others were too rough, too slobbery, or they tried to choke me with their tongue. Tongue Boy being Daniel.
Yes, there were all sorts of first kisses, but none of them were the best... because the best was happening to me right then. Sweeping me along into fluttery, flowery, drug-like euphoria that melted my bones—dropping me helplessly into his arms.
There was nothing gentlemanly about the hungry, punishing kiss that battled my tongue into surrendering, then sent my heart galloping away.
Micah tore my clothes off in a flurry, flinging the wet garments around the place with a chorus of wet slaps.
Panic seized me as he drew back, feasting on my naked body like he hadn’t seen it in seven months—when he actually hasn’t seen it ever!
What if Sue helped herself to a few new concealable tattoos and piercings I knew nothing about in the last ten years? Am I literally about to be caught with my pants down!?
“Damn, girl, I swear you only get more beautiful with every passing year. It’s very unfair,” he said, running his fingers down my wet cheeks. “Evil should age like a banana.”
“Racist,” I snapped, startling a laugh out of him. “And what happened to best behavior?”
“Why should I behave?”
The world spun—tossing me around and then depositing me blinking and bewildered on his shoulders.
“You haven’t cum yet.”
Heat beat against my neck, running down and around my shoulders—streaming down my stomach and hungrily splashing down on Micah’s nose, cheeks, and forehead—as if there was no other place it wanted to be.
He pressed me against the cool tile. Kneeling down, Micah nuzzled my stomach in a way that wasn’t even sexual, but still shot my blood pressure through the roof.
“Mi—”
He dove down, burying his head between my legs so fast, I hadn’t finished gasping on his name before his tongue slipped between my lower lips. If I thought he wasn’t shy about a kiss, that was nothing compared to how he approached giving head. The man ravaged my pussy like a starving man devoured a buffet.
Tongue plunging in and out of my well. Fingers digging into my thighs. Thick, wet hair rubbing against my clit. Growls and moans rumbled from his throat and crumbled my core to dust.
“Ah!” I cried out, doubling over and nearly pitching off his shoulders. “Ah, Micah, yes!”
He slipped down, resting me on the rim of the tub. I was a puppet in his hands, helpless to move let alone think of stopping him as he spread my knees, and lapped me up.
“W-wow,” I choked, toes curling up into my bones. “That’s— Hera, help me, that’s good— Ah!”
Micah latched on to my clit and sucked like he was trying to take the thing off. My head flung back, colliding with the tile and ringing pain through my skull.
I didn’t care.
Pleasure rocketed through my body, flooding every cell and nerve ending with fiery-hot flames.
It had been a long time, and I meant a long time, since I had even semi-decent sex. Even before things went sour with Daniel and we werein love, the sex was crap because the guy was such a selfish lover. Once he shot his top, he completely tapped out and left me to take care of myself.
