Page 15 of Micah

“You want to come inside and show me?” I tease between kisses that are quickly turning inappropriate for this very open front porch. The residents of Daisy Hills are not exactly known for keeping to themselves, and with the way I’m suctioned to his face and fisting his shirt is a little hard to ignore.

But oddly, I don’t mind that we might be the talk of the town tomorrow.

I’m secretly thrilled.

“I don’t put out on the first date,” he says, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his blue eyes.

“So, youdon’twant me to suck on your cock tonight?”

His eyes widen for a brief moment, then heat flashes in them. “Imightbe able to make an exception.”

“I thought you might.”

“But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to be wearing one of my t-shirts. Andnothingelse.”

A thrill races through me. The only thing better than the way I feel wearing one of his shirts is knowing how much it turns him on too. “That can be arranged.”

“Then we better get inside,” he says, kissing me again.

“You don’t want to be a spectacle?” I tease.

“I’m the only one who gets to enjoy you in my t-shirt. No one else.” His possessive tone awakens something deep andprimal inside me. As if my inner she-wolf needed any more encouraging. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him down to me, kissing him like it’s the only thing that matters. Our lips move in a hungry rhythm. I don’t realize I’m being carried inside until the door closes behind us.

If I wasn’t already a thousand percent turned on, I am now. The man lifted me like it was nothing. Just like he did with Henry. Fuck, he’s strong.

He sets me down, caging me against the front door. His hands roam my body greedily. Every touch—above fabric or under—scorches my sensitive skin in the most delightfully wicked way. Our bodies mold together, and there’s no secret about how badly he wants me. The evidence is pressed against my belly.

“About that t-shirt,” I pant between kisses.

“Not yet,” he insists, his fingers teasing the skin above the waistline of my leggings. I can’t decide what I want more—for him to move his fiery fingertips up or down. “I need to strip you first.”

“Here?”

“Why not here?” he asks, his lips nuzzled against the hollow of my neck.

“Oh, right. It’s just us.”For now. My gaze shoots to the door hiding a staircase. He’s spent all week preparing it for another roommate.

“Avery?” he asks, his voice vibrating against my collarbone as his hand moves upward beneath my shirt.

“Hmm?”

“Tonight, it’s just us. M’kay?”

“But—”

“No,” he says, framing my face with both hands. My boobs are a bit sad for the abandoned trail those hands were on beneath my shirt. But I quickly forget my train of thought whenhis intense blue eyes bore into mine. “Tonight, it’s just you and me. Nothing else matters. Got it?”

He might as well be a hypnotist, because I suddenly can’t seem to remember I was distracted with anything elsebuthim. “Okay.”

This kiss is deep and enduring. It’s a promise. It’s also incredibly potent, because I’m not aware my clothes come off until he lifts my leg to his hip and slides his hand between my thighs. He rubs a thumb above the lace fabric of my panties, the friction driving me wild. My head falls back against the door, and Micah takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

In my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t have dreamed up a scenario this sexy.

I feel so desired.

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