Page 64 of Keeping Knight

Our relationship isn’t me always taking. I give him something valuable, too.

“Rue.” Micah hugs me to him. “You give me so much. More than I can explain. Nothing you could ask for would be too much.” He kisses me. “Nothing.”

My throat goes tight. “Micah.”

“Ruby.” His gaze burns into mine. “You’re incredible. And I⁠—”

I silence him with a kiss.

A kiss that carries with it everything I feel for him. Trust. Admiration. Affection. And something deeper and more intense; something that feels an awful lot like love.

I’ve wondered about it over the past few days. Is it possible to love Micah already in such a short time, especially given the circumstances? Logic says no. It’s too soon. That the stress of my situation could mess with my emotions. Logic says I should wait until everything’s back to normal before even considering the possibility of love.

But then my heart speaks up, and it says something different.

Love doesn’t happen on a schedule. It doesn’t come with conditions. It just happens; sometimes when you least expect it.

When I think about it like that, the question isn’t hard to answer at all.

I’m falling in love with Micah.

I haven’t told him yet. But I show him with my kiss.

I take the lead, nipping at his lips and teasing them open so I can plunge inside. I kiss him desperately. Like I’m starving, and he’s the only thing that can sate me.

Micah makes this low, growly sound low in his throat. As he kisses me back with equal intensity, he hauls me onto his lap. His hands are all over me. His erection juts between my thighs, achingly close to my center.

One hand tunnels through my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss me more deeply. His other hand slides beneath my shirt to cover my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, giving it the slightest tweak. The brief flash of pain transforms into pleasure.

I scrape my nails across the back of his neck, and he groans again. His erection thickens. He rolls my nipple again.

Desire surges through me, intense and insistent. It wants more. It wants everything.

“Micah,” I moan as I drag my mouth from his. “I want you.”

His eyes darken. The tendons tighten in his jaw and neck. “Rue.”

“I do.” The empty ache deep inside me is almost unbearable. All I can think about is how good it would feel to have Micah there instead. Feeling him stretching me. Filling me. Plunging deep over and over again until my body explodes in a firework of stars.

“Ah, Ruby.” He kisses my neck. Then he sucks at the little spot beneath my jaw before lifting his head to look at me. There’s satisfaction in his eyes. Possession. “I want you, too.”

“Good.” I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him. His erection notches between my thighs, and I rub against it without thinking. It just feels so good. So right.

“Rue.” It’s said on a rough exhale. “Ah, shit.” In one move, Micah flips me over so I’m sideways on the couch beneath him. “I want you,” he repeats. “But I won’t rush things. I want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure,” I gasp as his fingers trail across my stomach. “I want you.” My cheeks heat slightly when I add, “Inside me.”

He unfastens my jeans and works them over my hips. Then he peels them the rest of the way off and tosses them to the side. “Beautiful,” Micah says as his gaze moves across my body. “So beautiful.”

He spreads my legs and drapes them over his shoulders. I should feel exposed, in just panties like this, but I don’t. The way Micah looks at me, I feel appreciated. Treasured.

Micah lifts my hips and cups my butt with one hand, raising me higher. He ducks his head so it’s inches from my center—close enough to feel his breath against my heated skin. “So beautiful,” he repeats. “Having you like this…”

Leaning closer still, he puts his mouth on me. Strokes me with his tongue. Pulling my panties aside, he spreads me wide and plays with me with his fingers. He works at me, using his mouth and hands to taste and explore.

I look at Micah, and my breath catches at the hunger written across his features. When his gaze lifts to meet mine, his pupils are almost completely black. The skin over his cheekbones is tight. A dull flush colors his cheeks.

If I had any doubt that he wants me, it’s erased right now.