Page 10 of Meet Me In The Dark

They walked holding hands, the silence no longer tensewith distrust, but fraught with anticipation. They hadn’t discussed their jobs or their backgrounds; it was like there was this unspoken agreement to leave all backstory and subsequent potential bullshit out of this. And yet they’d connected on a level Micah didn’t think was possible unless you were putting your life in someone else’s hands. When he’d first met Conor and Luke, it was like their puzzle pieces had snapped into place. He’d never felt that before, never expected to feel it again, and yet here it was: the puzzle piece he hadn’t realized was missing. He felt that snap like a tangible thing.

He buried the thought, and the guilt that came with it, as they reached the front door. She released his hand to let them into the little shotgun house and he followed her in.

“Well,” she said, trying to dispel the sex in the air with humor, “I guess?—”

Micah never gave her a chance to finish the sentence. He pulled her to him by her hand, wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her anchored against him, and wrapped a hand around her jaw so he could guide her moving mouth under his. She gave him a small gasp of surprise in response, and he used it kiss her, open-mouthed and insistent. He was almost shocked by how turned on he already was. Kara gave as good as she got, switching between letting him take and taking herself, so their kiss kept alternating between war and armistice.

At one point, she pulled away, gasping.

“Give me a second.”

“No.” Micah went after her mouth again, unwilling to take a break from the taste and heat of her. In retaliation, he shoved his hands under her ass and lifted her up.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, not evenbothering with seduction. What was the point? He knew what she liked.

She hesitated for one second, then complied—like he’d known she would. Triumph warmed him, or maybe it was the caress of her fingers over his shirt. He wanted to feel them on his skin. He wanted nothing between them.

He started walking while kissing her—not the best choice. Micah was good but he wasn’t a superhero with double vision, so he bumped into a few pieces of furniture before Kara pulled away from his mouth again to direct him to the bedroom. They banged into the wall once or twice, but Micah couldn’t bring himself to give a shit; his hands were too busy squeezing her delectable ass, listening to her gasp as he discovered the terrain of her mouth with his tongue. He was going to map the rest of her body with his tongue, too.

Kara melted against him, surrendering herself fully, bravely. Softness and strength in one messy, brilliant, beautiful package. No wonder Conor had lost his mind when she’d left. Micah would lose his, too, if he weren’t careful.

Operation Kryptonite Pussy, indeed,he thought grimly.

“Fuck!” Kara cried, and Micah realized he’d squeezed harder than he’d meant to.

“You like it when I’m rough with you baby, don’t you?” Micah spoke against her mouth as he spotted and walked them into the bedroom, flipping on the light. He wanted to see this. “You like when I get so worked up, I grip your ass too tight,” he continued.

She panted against him, and in retaliation for making him feel so goddamned much that he forgot his mission, his lovers, himself, he tossed her on the bed. She bounced once, and he watched with satisfaction and not a little bit of anger,his hands going to the buttons on his shirt. He left them there—the promise of getting naked he wouldn’t deliver on.

Yet.

“Your ass feeling a little lonely, huh, baby? Want my hands back on you? Well, you’re going to have to get naked before I touch you again.”

Fire flashed in her eyes.

“Who’s going to make me?” she taunted.

She wanted to play that way, huh? Micah, who was already halfway-to-hard, felt his cock go rock solid at the husky words.

“You want me to make you? Will me ripping that dress and those tights off that needy body make your little cunt that much wetter?”

She growled at him, and he laughed, which only made her growl more.

“I don’t know how you can be so cute when you’re seconds away from getting your ass spanked, but then you’ve been surprising me all night, haven’t you, baby?”

Her eyes darkened. “What did you just say to me?”

He could be getting himself into hot water. He wasn’t sure how far he could go with knowing her turn-ons before she figured out it wasn’t organic. But he couldn’t seem to get himself to dial it back—the words just poured out.

“You heard me. Clothes off, Kara. Or you don’t get to come at all tonight.”

That did it. Her pupils dilated, a flush spread across her body, her nipples beaded, and her hips jerked. She looked turned on and terrified, and god save him, he wanted her that way.

Eyes on his unmoving hands, she squirmed out of her black dress.

“Tights,” he said, voice like gravel and not caring.

“You, too.”

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