Page 61 of Pretty Heartache

“Yeah.” I nod, swiping my tongue across my lips. “It would be rude of me to leave Ember hanging on her birthday.”

“Oh.” His forehead creases. “I thought you told her you were leaving.”

I shake my head, running my thumb over his lower lip. “No, I told her I was stepping out for some air.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand, or at least she assumes you aren’t coming back.”

“Maybe.” I twist my mouth in thought and kiss him again. I keep my mouth to his and breathe him in. He’s still inside me, and I feel his cock growing harder again. My chest swells, and I pull away. “Not to mention I still have a dance to finish. It was kind of disrespectful of me to disappear on my dance partner like that.”

He shoots me a stern look. “What did I say earlier?” He slides his hands around my waist, palming my flesh again. He jerks me against him. His fingertips press into me, and my body hums in anticipation.

I roll my hips. “Remind me again. What did you say?”

“When you resist me, I want to fuck you until you scream my name...” He grits his teeth. His eyes fall to my mouth.

“Right.” I give him a devious grin. “Well, after I finish up my dance, we can get on that.” I bite back my laugh, knowing I have no intention of being anywhere other than where Micah is.

He senses the humor but keeps his jaw clenched. With his hands still on my ass, he pulls me against him, grunting. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

“No.” I shake my head, ghosting my mouth over his. “Why don’t you show me?”

I’m about to kiss him again when a bright light shines in my face, forcing me to jerk back. I inhale a sharp breath and look up. Two headlights beam into the car.

I tilt my head, trying to get a better view of who it is or how far back they are. The back windshield is clear, despite the other windows covered in steam.

The blacked-out car is parked two rows back, but other than a van in the far-right corner, we’re the only vehicles here.

Micah’s hands tense against me, holding me still. He holds his breath as his eyes dart up to the rearview mirror.

“Uh oh.” I smile, pulling his attention back to me. “Looks like we’ve been caught.” I kiss him, expecting him to let our kiss linger, but he surprises me and cuts it short.

“We should go.” His eyes nervously dart to the mirror again with a stern look.

My shoulders fall, and I wonder if this is the moment he cuts this off. He’s gotten what he wanted. The desire and excitement surrounding us is gone. And the person in the car has just pulled him back to reality.

He’s already begun to pull away, the distance growing in his expression.

Every worry and fear plays in my mind.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally pulling myself off him. His cock slips out of me, and I lift my leg to climb off him when his hand wraps around my wrist. He stops me and looks up at me with hooded, satisfied eyes. I relax against him as he lifts my wrist to his mouth, and his lips press against my delicate flesh.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” The words vibrate against my wrist, directly on my pulse. The corner of his mouth curls. “In case there was any doubt.”

Heat pools between my legs. “Then, take me home.”

SEVENTEEN

If I could stay here forever, I’d die a fucking happy man.

I lay in my bed, staring at Adeline. There’s a small space between us, and I’m arguing with myself on whether to close the gap and sink into her, or stay here a little longer, admiring her.

Adeline Mayfield is naked in my bed—a sentence I never thought I would say—with my sheet wrapped around her waist, stretched out on her back, with her hand draped above her head, and her breasts on full display. The cool air blowing from the air conditioning system breezes across her skin, making tiny goosebumps break out and her nipples peak like two hard pebbles. Her lips part, allowing a small passage of air between them, and her long, dark lashes rest against her pinked cheeks. Remnants of the body glitter she wore last night are still sprinkled across her body. Every now and then, the sun catches the tiny specks, shimmering in the light.

An arrow shoots straight to my heart. I’ve slept with many women—if I’m honest, I’m embarrassed to admit how many—but I’ve never felt this way about a single one. I’ve never had a woman force themselves into my life, steal my heart, and hold it hostage while I gladly stood by and let it happen. But with Adeline, it’s a feeling I welcome with open arms.

I lay outstretched in my bed and stare at her, knowing if anything were to happen to her, I’d hunt down who was responsible and kill them before they took another breath.

A chill slithers down the length of my spine, thinking back to last night. Soren’s men were close to Adeline—too close—and when the car behind us in the parking garage shined their headlights on us, I was almost certain it was one of them.

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