Page 59 of Pretty Heartache

“This fucking dress.” He snarls, and with a quick heated glare, he pinches the fabric of my dress between his teeth and tears it away from my skin. A yelp escapes my throat before his teeth find my peaked nipple. He sucks and kisses and nibbles. He teases me, inching me ever so closer to the edge.

“What’s wrong with it?” I ask, knowing the answer even before he’s said anything, smiling to myself. “You don’t like it?”

“All night. It’s been testing me,” he says against my skin. “Taunting and teasing me. I don’t like how it made others look at you. Like you were a meal for them to feast on.”

“Is that how it made you look at me?” I ask him, my breath hot.

He clutches my breast and flicks the pad of his thumb across it as he pins his hardened stare on me. “Yes. But unlike them, I want to be the only one invited to this meal, and I intend to savor every bite.”

I smile, a fluttering sensation tickling the bottom of my stomach. Uncontrollable feelings stir inside me. My hands are wrapped around his thick neck when I roll my hips even harder, tilting my head back. I bite down on my bottom lip, ready to come right now if he keeps touching and tasting me like this.

Heat radiates from my body as his hands splay across my bare ass, my swollen flesh filling his large palms. His long fingertips are deep underneath me, playing with my slit.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He moves to the other breast, repeating the same motion with removing the tape pressing it to me. “I can’t wait to slide my cock into you.”

“Do it,” I beg, my lower stomach fluttering with the idea of him being inside me. “Please.”

It’s all I’ve been wanting.

The lights from the garage illuminate the inside of the car. If a security guard or anyone else were to walk by, they wouldn’t have to question what we’re doing. But I don’t care.

Micah’s touch has made me come alive.

Removing one hand from behind, he slips it between us and under the hem of my black, lacy thong, quickly finding my clit. He slides his fingers along my wet slit, pressing his fingertips against the swollen bud.

I move with his hand, not wanting him to stop.

“Oh, my God.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking slick. I won’t have any trouble burying myself inside you.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I breathe out, rocking in time with Micah’s hand. “I’m going to come if we keep going like this.”

I move my hands from around his neck and try to work his belt. Micah stops moving, watching me as I work to free him. I manage to unbuckle his belt, and my fingers frantically undo the button to his black slacks before sliding down his zipper to free him from his black boxer briefs. His cock springs to life, and I wrap my hand around his thick length, my eyes widening at the sight of it.

“Take me,” Micah grunts. “Take all of me.”

I’m staring into his eyes as I lift myself off my heels and center myself over him. My heart swells at him asking me to take him. Micah places his hand back on one of my ass cheeks, guiding me down his length. My mouth falls open, and I dig my fingers into his shoulder, my nails cutting into his collared shirt.

I gasp when I lower myself completely, feeling stretched to fit around him. I take him inch after inch. When I think I’m close totaking all of him, I’m wrong. I hold my breath as my body adjusts to fit him inside me.

“That’s right, Addy,” he moans. “Fuck, you feel so good and tight.”

I lift myself again and lower my head, watching myself move above him. I watch the space where we’re joined, concentrating on Micah’s hot breath mixing with mine. He slips in and out of me with ease, even though we’re squeezed between the driver’s seat and the steering wheel.

I feel myself tightening around him. I’m already close to coming all over him. It’s as if the past several months of pent-up frustration is finally being released and my body isn’t wasting any time getting there.

I’m still looking down when Micah hooks two fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a satisfied grin. He rests his head back as his hand continues to massage the flesh on my ass cheek. With his other hand, he traces my jawline, slowly dragging his finger down the center of my chest. I’m completely exposed, and my dress is spread wide open.

There’s no way in hell Ember is getting this dress back after tonight.

Micah leans back in his seat and watches me with his heated blue-gray gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

My pussy tightens around him. His words are an arrow straight to my heart. While Micah pushes my buttons, and definitely pushes the boundaries of being possessive, it’s different with him. I know with him, I’m safe. I know he’ll never lay a hand on me. Not the way Maddox did, or anyone else who has ever treated me unkindly.

Micah’s touch is gentle and healing. He’s the kind of man who lifts me up without ever putting me down. He sees the beauty in me when I struggle to see it in myself.

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