“You-you want…rimming?” The words catch in my throat, and I have to fight to keep my head in the here and now, while Micah’s fingers play along the waistband of my shorts. “R-right here?”
“Yes,” he states. Calmly, quietly—and yet there’s something in his voice that makes my stomach drop.
“Oh—” I gasp, my back arching to push up against Micah’s mouth.
“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” Micah hums, now back next to my ear, though his fingers push under the elastic so he can trace along my hip bone. “I need to hear you say it.” He plucks one of my hands away from where I’m grabbing the edge of the table as if for dear life, then leads it to his lips to kiss my knuckles.
My mind reflexively reminds me of the promise I made to Colin.
But why should I worry about that?
“I don’t want to push you,” Micah adds, his lips moving against the back of my hand, probably misunderstanding my short pause, and is now trying to give me space. “But I really—I want to taste you. And”—his eyes flicker down to my lips—“I want to see you lose yourself like Owen in the book. I want to see you squirm and hear you beg because it all just feels too fuckinggood.”
“Holy shit, Micah,” I groan, squirming and then turning around so I can wrap my arms around him. Our lips find their way to each other as if drawn together by magnets. I lean back against the table, pulling him with me, needing his body right on top of me.
Micah’s knee pushes between my thighs, bracing against the edge of the table.
I lie back so he can climb over me. Feeling his hips against mine, I buck up, hoping to show him that I'm very on board with his plans.
He’s a warm and solid wall above me, muscles tense with the effort of holding himself up. That won’t do. I want to feel him, dammit, not have this distance between us. Determined to make it disappear, I hook my leg around his waist, pulling our bodies together.
The table creaks ominously.
We freeze.
Micah’s eyes are wide as he looks down at me.
A second passes, then another. I let out a breathless chuckle when we don’t crash to the floor.
“Maybe the table isn’t made for us,” Micah says, carefully standing up.
I already miss the closeness, but take the hand he offers me. “Yeah, but you know whatismade for us?” I grin at him before hopping off the table. “My bed.”
He lets out a surprised laugh, giving me time to pull him over to the stairs.
We practically fall through the door into my room. Micah pulls his shirt off so quickly, it's blowing my mind how he's all smooth skin and muscles right before me. Next, he sits down on my bed to take off his socks.
I realize I’m just staring and hurry to take off my shirt. I’m about to undo the tie of my shorts when I feel Micah's hands settling on my hips, pulling me closer.
He looks up at me with his mesmerizing eyes, full lips curling into a quiet smile. “Let me,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing at the elastic waistband, waiting for my jerky nod until they sneak under.
My pants fall down my legs with one deft tug. He takes his time with my underwear, inching them down my thighs until they slide down my shins. Micah’s eyes trail down my body slowly, taking in my chest, then my stomach—like he hasn’t seen me naked before.
There isn’t an inch on me that Micah hasn’t touched before, so he knows what he’ll find. Still, the way he takes me in, leisurely as if he’s savoring every glance, until he’s looking down at my dick, makes me flush.
I shift on my feet, shuffling awkwardly until Micah grabs my hips again.
“Nervous?” he asks.
“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.”
Micah chuckles, pressing his lips against my stomach.
I use the moment to card my fingers through his hair, about to reassure him that I want this, that I want him—when his mouth wanders lower. His breath tickles, making my erection twitch.
Head spinning, I reach for Micah’s shoulders. I’m worried my knees will give out because all my blood is rushing straight to my groin.
“Want this,” he murmurs, then his lips wrap around the tip of my erection. He laps over me deliberately, slowly, like he's done so often—only this time the promise ofmoreenvelops us.
