Page 10 of Micah

“You didn’t let me answer.”

“Avery,” I say, her name a plea. As much as I want her—as much as I’vealwayswanted her—this is a bad idea.

“I’m not wearing anything under your shirt, Micah.”

Dammit, that admission is almost more than I can take. Slowly, I turn back, balling my fists at my sides so my hands behave. Avery has never toyed with me before. Any light flirtingover the years has been fleeting. There’s never been any question about the borders around that damn friend zone.

Until now.

I hook the hem of my shirt with a single finger. I yank at the fabric but don’t lift it. Two can play at this game. “I don’t believe you.”

“See for yourself.” Her tone is confident, seductive, daring.

Our gazes lock for several heated seconds before I slowly lower to my knees, giving Avery every chance to stop what’s about to happen. But the liquid heat in those eyes tells me she wants this. Maybe, at long last, she’s tired of fighting what’s between us.

But if I’m wrong, I’ll damn sure leave my imprint on her before I’m up off my knees.

With a feather light touch, I trace my fingertips from her ankles, to her knees, to the hem of my shirt.Myfucking shirt. I’ve always found Avery irresistibly attractive, but the level of sexiness she exudes in my shirt is mind blowing.

I lift the shirt, her sweet scent calling to me.

“No panties?” I practically growl.

“Told you.”

She doesn’t move, leaving her back pressed against the wall as she watches me. I tilt my gaze, catching the micro changes in her expression when I slide my hands up the backs of her calves. She lifts her chin a tick, as if she’s in control, but I note the shaky rise and fall of her breasts on a heated pant and smile. “It’s dangerous you know.”

“What is?”

“Leaving this pussy unguarded around me.”

I run my fingers up her inner thighs, delighted when she widens her stance in invitation. I’ve fantasized about the taste of her foryears.

“I feel like being a little dangerous right now,” she says, rolling her hips toward me. Bringing that delicious pussy closer to my eager mouth. She slides one hand into my hair, fingertips soft against my scalp, as if she needs the tactile contact to reassure her that this is real.

I swallow, knowing the exhale is hot against her thigh. Knowing that I want her hands all over me, every night for the rest of my life. But this isn’t about me. Tonight is my promise. To her.

Tomorrow, she might hate me. Again. But she sure as hell won’t be able to forget how I bring her to her fucking knees.

I press my palms into her thighs, using my thumbs to spread her pussy lips and flick her sensitive bud with my tongue.

She gasps at the contact.

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she hisses.

“That’s what I thought.” I tease her folds with my tongue, the pressure gentle as I explore every valley of her. She watches in rapt interest as I savor her, in no hurry to rush the years long fantasy come to life. With each thorough exploration, I add a little more of my tongue and swirl it slowly around her clit.

“Micah,” she gasps, my name barely a whisper leaving her lips.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” I purposely say the words against her sensitive skin, allowing the vibration to tease her further, enjoying the whimper of pleasure that escapes her throat.

“You’re sogoodat this.”

Only because I’ve imagined eating her out for a long fucking time. But I don’t say the words aloud. Words that might frighten her away, like a wild animal just learning to trust. Instead, I focus on increasing the intensity. My tongue moves quicker. Mylips fuse to her core. I refuse to come up for air until she comes apart on my face.

Her hand fists in my hair as her hips rock violently against my eager mouth.

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