Page 129 of Priceless

“Was he… okay?” I asked. “I didn’t make it awkward, did I?”

Micah got his own glass of water and some of the chocolate snacks and the dates—which were incredible—before joining me. “No, princess. If you hadn’t said something, I would have.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He sat on my chair, stretching out with me. It wasn’t big enough for both of us, but he didn’t let that stop him, pulling one of my legs over his. “That’s better.”

The oil they used for the massages made him smell impossibly better. Like it had brought every little bit of the chocolate and caramel to the surface. It made the snacks sitting on the table beside us entirely unappealing. But he was.

Micah watched me carefully in that way he had. He never said more than he had to, and when he did speak, he’d already thought about the words.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him.

“Colors. Your colors.”

“My colors?”

He slid his hand over my shoulder, but beneath my robe. “Your skin, hair, and eyes. No matter what light I see them in, they’re beautiful. I want to paint you in all the shades of blue from last night.” Micah’s smile was faint, but his eyes kept traveling over my face like he was trying to memorize me. “Ocean blues.”

Need punched through me.

Earlier, before the massages, my instincts had raced to the surface, and they were still there. I was relaxed, he was so close, and even though he hadn’t been touched by any woman but me, my Omega still felt the need to stake her claim.

I pulled Micah’s robe apart, exposing his chest. “Do you think anyone else but Cam and Rett are going to come in here?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

Dropping my mouth to his skin, I followed my instincts, because I needed to touch him and taste him and if I didn’t, I was going to lose it.

More. I needed more. This wasn’t my heat—they felt different. But sometimes instincts came out of nowhere, and it hurt to fight them.

The robe was in the way. I pushed it off his hips, drawing a path downward with my mouth and tongue. He tasted slightly spicy from the oil with the underlying flavor of him.

My knees hit the tile floor, and he sat up, facing me, and his cock was right there. Curving upward, begging me to do what I’d wanted to for a long time now.

“Princess.” He placed a hand around the side of my neck, using his thumb to tilt my chin up so I couldn’t look away from him. Which was good because his cock was distracting and my mouth watered with the need for it. “Are you sure you want it like this?”

I blinked. All I wanted was him in my mouth. Right now. “What?”

He smiled, eyes warming. “I’ll never say no to having your mouth on me. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. But your entire life you’ve been made to feel less than what you are. The sight of you on your knees makes me rock hard, but if anything about being there brings back those memories, or if you ever think I wanted you on your knees for that reason, I’ll never let you kneel. There are other ways.”

Other ways. Those words painted images in my mind as effectively as if Micah were the one painting them. I wanted those other ways. Maybe Cam was right, and I wanted more things than I realized. Maybe learning what it was like to be wanted unlocked more desires.

But no. Not today. I wanted to be right where I was. “I’m sure.”

And it needed to happen now.

I didn’t think any more, leaning forward and taking the tip of him between my lips. Thank fuck for instincts, because I’d never done this before. The other experiences I’d told them about hadn’t involved oral in either direction. We hadn’t gotten that far.

My eyes fluttered closed because he tasted just like I imagined. Better than I imagined. Melted chocolate and buttery caramel. That flavor would only get sharper, and I wanted it.

More of him. I needed more of him.

Micah groaned softly, a hand landing on my hair. But he did nothing other than remind me he was there. Part of me wanted to ask him to show me what he wanted, but the desperation zinging along my spine didn’t have time for that.

Later. I would ask him later.

I moved my lips down the side of his shaft, using my tongue until I’d touched every part of him. Nervous energy tingled in my fingertips when I reached his balls. Was this okay? Would he?—

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