Page 12 of Meet Me In The Dark

“The program? Easy. Say, ‘Micah, you’re the only man I want,’ and you can come.”

She gasped, but she didn’t say the words. Rage tore through him. Micah didn’tgetjealous; he fucked two dudes who fucked him and each other and also fucked other people, and he was fine with it, for fuck’s sake. And yet suddenly this redhead came along with danger in her eyes and he wanted to piss circles around her, make her wear a collar that said his name on it, give her a ring so all the other fuckers including Conor knew to stay away?—

God.

God.

He pulled back, staring at her. What was wrong with him?

And why couldn’t she say the words? Was she still holding onto Conor, after all these months? And if she was, why did she leave San Diego in the first place? He’d been tailing Kara for months, had hacked every single account she had, and he still didn’t know enough.

He wanted to know everything.

Kara reached down and cradled his cheek in her hand, and Micah leaned into it like a cat, absorbing the warmth, the tenderness. “Micah, I can’t say you’re the only man I want, but I can say that I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Fuck it. Good enough.

“That’s right, baby,” he said. “You were honest, and this pussy gets rewarded for it.” Diving back into her pussy, he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, and then bit.

She came hard, her screams sweet, her taste sweeter. He drank her down, feeling a thousand feet tall. All that she’d said, all that she’d given him, all she’d surrendered, helped him feel like himself again. It hadn’t been easy, but he had gotten her here.

She needs you, his gut told him.You, not Conor. Conor doesn’t know how to handle a woman like her.

Except when he’d given her the opportunity to swear off all other men—and he’d been pretty damn persuasive—she’d refused and instead opted for something else.

She couldn’t say he was the only man she wanted, because he wasn’t.

Fuck this.

Orgasm denialhad shown up on her private search history, but so hadforced orgasm. She wanted to come again, and she was going to come again. He swiped his tongue down her wet pussy, chasing any remaining juices.

“Micah,” she gasped, “enough, please.”

“No,” he said stubbornly. “Not enough. You’ll come for me again, and then I’m coming in you.”

With that, he clamped onto her clit with his lips and worried it with his tongue, sending her screaming into another orgasm, the “yes, oh god, yes,” that came from her sending satisfaction clawing at his balls. Releasing her, he climbed his way up her body and unzipped his fly, pulling himself out, barely remembering to grab a condom.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tearing the package open and putting it on in record time, before grabbing her wrists in one hand, and guiding himself inside her with his other, catching her gaze with his.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” she sobbed.

He thrust home.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Tight, heavenly, out of this world wet heat clasped around his cock. Kara cried out, coming for a third time, milking him for all he was worth. He got off two, maybethree thrusts before he came harder than he ever had in his entire existence.

Micah caught himself on his elbows before collapsing on top of Kara, rolling off to the side and bringing her with him. Sweat plastered their bodies together.

She started laughing, wheezing, really, and without knowing why, he joined her.

“Holy shit,” Kara breathed, before laughing again.

“Holy shit,” he agreed.

“Merry Christmas, I guess,” she said.

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