She styled her hair, quickly blowing it dry. Then she added a touch of light make-up. Arriving in 1880 Kansas made up like a woman of the night would be a mistake. At last, she walked into the closet and selected a slinky red nightgown with a slit up to her hip.
Checking her appearance one last time, she opened the door and paused for a moment before turning out the light. Micah let his book slide from his hands as he stared at her.
Cara’s smile was sultry, belying the panic that rushed through her blood in knowing that this might well be the very last night they spent together for all eternity. She intended to make it count! Not to mention if she could exhaust him, it would be much easier to slip away undetected.
“Can I join you?” she asked in a soft, sexy tone.
“Of course.”
“Alexa, turn on my bedtime playlist.”
Instantly, romantic music filled the room. Cara smiled when Micah rose and stripped off his tee shirt. Lord, he was wondrous to look at. Lightly tanned, toned skin called out to be stroked. His dark hair, so thick, so tempting, she longed to run her fingers through it. He hadn’t shaved. She loved the stubble along his jawline, loved how it felt against her soft thighs.
Micah stayed on his feet, waiting. Then he opened his arms, and she flew into them like a homing pigeon. This was where she lived. This was where she belonged. For a moment, her throat tightened and tears threatened. Before tilting her head up for his kiss, she whispered.
“Alexa, turn off the light.”
It would not do for him to see how scared and unhappy she felt.
When his mouth claimed hers, all thoughts of her upcoming journey fled. There was only him and her. His hands were gentle as he slipped the thin straps from her shoulders, letting the gown fall to the floor. Her nails gently scraped his back before he picked her up in his arms and laid her on their bed. Covers were shoved to the floor. Then he stood looking at her in the moonlight that streamed from the enormous window. His thumbs hooked his pajama pants and pushed them past his muscled thighs. She watched them silently meet the floor.
It was impossible not to stare at his cock, and it always had been. So lovely, so hard and proud, as though it knew exactly the kinds of thoughts and desires it inspired. She’d never realized that a man’s dick could actually look, well…cocky, but his did and she smiled.
“Love me, Micah,” she whispered, holding up her arms in invitation.
“I do and I will,” he replied as he moved over her. His powerful arms held him up and he looked down into her eyes before lowering his head to nibble on her lips. Soon his tongue nudged them open, beginning a familiar dance.
“You taste like peppermint. I wonder what you’ll taste like once I lick between your other lips,” he teased.
“I’m not sure, but I hope you’re going to find out.” Breathlessly, she replied, her back arching as she offered her breasts up for his mouth. Moving lower, he accepted her invitation, licking and nipping her nipples until they peaked into hard little nubs.
“Beautiful,” he breathed out. “And don’t worry, my darling. No part of your lovely body will be neglected, at least not for long. I do, however, like to take my time.”
“Yes, you’re a very thorough man,” she agreed with a throaty groan. Then, recalling that she was the one who was supposed to be teasing him and taking control, she tried to roll him off her. He would not be moved.
“What’s this? Trying to take charge tonight?” he asked with a chuckle. “I don’t think so, my love. You know how I occasionally like to make you misplace your brilliant mind,” he teased. “Yes, it’s very gratifying to hear your whimpers and cries for release.”
“But I wanted to suck your cock,” she pouted prettily.
“And maybe I will allow that, but not until I’ve had my fill of you, sweetheart. You’ve had so much on you mind lately. I want you to lose it completely, thinking only of us, our love, our craving for one another,” he stated firmly as he once again began to taste her breasts. Tasting led to sucking, suckling and eventually to tormenting. When her nails scored his back, he grasped both of her wrists and pinned them over her head to the pillow.
“Ah, my naughty girl is getting excited. You do like your own way, don’t you, darling? Many times, I’ve let you take the lead, and it’s not unpleasant. In fact, I often enjoy relaxing as you please yourself and then please me. Tonight, however, I’m not feeling so inclined.” He tweaked her nipple sharply.
“This isn’t what I planned,” she whined, shivering with need.
“And what did you have planned?” he asked, moving to tenderly suck on the side of her neck, which she readily offered despite her protests to the contrary.
“I wanted to drive you crazy,” she admitted.
Micah laughed.
“You have been, just about daily.”
He began to move lower, kissing along her ribcage before tonguing her bellybutton. When he let go of her hands, she grasped his shoulders and again tried to roll him to the side of her.
“Ah, I see what you need,” he stated, moving off her.
Cara quickly sat up, ready to pounce, but Micah sat up too and swiftly pulled her across his lap.
