Page 37 of Marking Micah

No, now she wanted to enjoy being in bed with the man she loved.

Shit. She really loved him, didn’t she?

Her heart was a small hammer in her chest, but her body was suffused with a lovely warmth she couldn’t deny.

She loved him. Inthatway.

Just then he stirred, then yawned, then kissed the top of her head.

“Morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?”

“So good! How about you?”

“I slept like the dead. Must be because I have an armful of gorgeous girl.” She smiled, loving the gravelly tone of his just-waking-up voice. “I’m starving. What about you?”

“I want some French toast and blueberries and bacon. And god, please, a huge cup of coffee.”

He groaned. “A whole damn pot. You stay in bed and relax while I order.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, a little sass in her tone.

He flipped her over his lap so fast she barely had time to realize what was happening, and he gave each butt cheek a sharp slap.

“Ouch!”

“‘Ouch’ is not a safeword, Micah. You should know that,” he said as he slid out from under her. “And that was to remind you who’s boss.”

“Someone’s feeling himself this morning,” she muttered.

“I heard that!” he called over his shoulder as he strode from the room.

While he ordered, she got up and used the bathroom, then brushed her hair and her teeth before climbing back into bed. It still smelled like him, fresh and earthy, making her smile.

He came back in a few minutes later. “Breakfast is on the way. But if you ever want to eat in the dining room, that’s always an option.”

“You know I’m not a morning person, so definitely not breakfast. And I kind of love room service. Unless… did you want to go to the dining room?”

“And miss having my lovely girl first thing in the morning looking all ruffled and sleepy while I sip my coffee? Never,” he answered with a grin.

Her pulse sped up, running hot and thready. “His girl?” But of course, he didn’t really mean anything by that.

Did he?

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I need to brush my teeth, then I plan to kiss you properly.”

He left the room, leaving her too much in her head thinking about the conversation last night, the comment he’d just made, and in between memories of him making her come so hard she could barely breathe flashed through her mind. And the squirting! God, that was intense. She’d never even been quite sure it was a real thing, but now she knew better.

And wanted to do it again. And again. And then maybe some more.

He climbed back in bed with her, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a clean, white t-shirt. Why was it men looked sodamn good in gray sweatpants? And she could see the outline of his nipple piercing through the t-shirt. Nice.

He pulled her closer and got her settled on his lap, straddling him, and her pussy went so wet she almost wanted to clamp her legs together. Not that it was possible in this position. But she was glad she wore panties under her nightgown because she sure as hell wasn’t about to move.

“Now, kiss me good morning, wench,” he ordered.

He grabbed her face in his big hands and pulled her closer, planting his mouth on hers. She expected him to go in hard, but instead he kissed her lips softly, so gently it made her heart swell. Then he swept his tongue over her lower lip, then again, bit by bit urging her lips apart so he could really kiss her. And oh, God, this man knew how to kiss! Knew how to light her body on fire with just his mouth on hers.

As he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue, her nipples went hard, and she arched closer, needing his touch. With a groan, he slipped his hands from her cheeks, swept them over her shoulders, then lower, until he cupped her breasts in his palms, making her moan into his mouth.

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