Page 35 of Micah

He frowned.Women. “I’ve known women long enough to know that when they say nothing, it’s usually something. What is it?”

“I said it was nothing.”

Patsy walked past him and headed for the kitchen. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“Let go of me,” she said between clenched teeth.

He raised his hands away from her. “Fine, but you could at least tell me why you were crying.”

“I am sick of being in this house, all right? I hate it. I can’t go anywhere or do anything. I can’t talk to my friends or family, and I need to hear their voices. I know Bella is worried sick about me and you’re keeping me prisoner here!”

He shook his head. For the life of him, he would never understand women. Before he came home, she seemed fine. She waslaughing with him on the phone and now she was shouting at him.

“I am not keeping you prisoner. I’m protecting you! You were fine not thirty minutes ago, now you’re yelling at me. Make up your fucking mind,” he shouted at her in frustration more than anger.

“I had a text from Bella telling me she’s worried about me and it just hit me that I haven’t been out of this fucking house in almost two weeks. I’m going stir crazy, Micah.”

He reached for her, but she slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me.”

Leaning his face down close to hers, he stared into her eyes.

“That’s not what you said last night,” he murmured then moved his face to her neck.

“Stop it,” she growled and pushed him away.

Micah stepped back and narrowed his eyes. “You came to me for my help and now you’re throwing it back in my face. If you don’t like it here, go to a damn safe house.”

“I want to go home,” she shouted.

“You want to die? Because you will without protection. Victor White wants you dead and if you won’t think of yourself then think about your friends in Dry River, because you’ll be putting them in danger too.”

“I hate you!”

“Like that’s news to me. You’re a real piece of work, pixie—”

The slap across his cheek shocked him, and he reared back then grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall. He held them above her head and put his body against hers.

“Don’t ever hit me again,” he said through clenched teeth. Now, hewasangry.

“Why? Will the big bad FBI agent hit me back?”

“Looks like I need to shut you up, Patsy,” he whispered, his anger dropping away with her weird endearment she liked to use.

He lowered his lips to hers. She fought him for less than a second then she wiggled her arms, but he didn’t let go. He held her wrists in one hand while he moved his other hand down over her T-shirt to cup her breast. She moaned, and he smiled knowing he’d won. He moved his mouth to her neck as he moved his hand down to her lounge pants and slipped his hand inside to her panties. Rubbing the back of his fingers against her stomach, he moved his lips back to hers when she whimpered then he dipped his finger down between her legs and into her slit where he rubbed his knuckle against her clitoris. Her moans were setting him on fire.

He let go of her wrists, dropped to his knees, and put his face against her belly while pulling off her lounge pants and panties. Her hands clutched his hair as hemoved his mouth down to her strip of curls and pushed his tongue between them to her clitoris. He sucked on her as he moved his finger inside her. Soon her breathing became heavier and her legs trembled then she cried out his name.

Micah stood and shoved his sweatpants down and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” he muttered in utter frustration.

Patsy burst out laughing. “You’re going to ravage me against a wall and you don’t have a condom?”

“Christ, you are a smartass. I had no idea I was going toravage you against a wall.”

“I’m on the pill. Come on, Agent Turner, I need you inside me.”

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