Page 96 of Always Knew It Was You

CHAPTER THIRTY

MICAH

Carly’s in a great mood when we head back to the hotel. I guess her talk with Tate must have been good, because she laughs at all my jokes in the car, even the really stupid ones. And the minute we get into my hotel room and I close the door behind her, she’s on me, her lips capturing mine with the fury of pent-up hunger.

Passion erupts throughout my body, sinking my goodwill. My hand grips her waist, and I have to fight every instinct so I can push her away.

‘“Wait, Carly.” I tear my lips away and her mouth attacks my neck. She nips a sensitive spot and for a second, I forget how to think and breathe and speak. Her teeth score the edge of my skin, biting down slightly before suckling hard enough to leave a hickey.

“Oh, baby.” God, she’s so hungry for it and it’s making me lose it.

My cock is already at attention, my hips unconsciously seeking the juncture of her thighs. And then her tongue traces down a very sensitive line in my neck and I purr.

I fucking purr for her.

I need to get a hold of myself.

“We need to talk.” Somehow the words end up gasping out of my mouth, even though I have no recollection of saying them.

“About what?” Her voice is as hurried as her movement, her fingers shoving underneath my shirt, her palms smoothing over my heated skin.

“Stuff,” I tell her hoarsely, not knowing what I’m talking about or how I even managed to get those words out. “We need to talk about stuff.”

If you ask me exactly what that stuff is right about now, I have not the slightest idea.

Her kisses make my mind flail, her naughty tongue making a weakling out of me. As she licks my pulse, my knees shake. All the blood rushes from my head down south.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I want her pussy in my mouth. I can smell it from here, her desire. I can feel the desperation in her shaky hands as she attempts to tear off my clothes. I want to give her the heat she so desperately seeks, to stoke the fire inside her.

I want to fuck her till we both can’t move.

But there’s a reason I can’t do it. I don’t know the reason yet, but I know there is one pushed to the back of my mind by a wave of impossible lust.

But fuck it, Ineedher right now.

More importantly, she needs me.

I pick her up in my arms, seeking to carry her to the closest surface. I don’t have the presence of mind to find a bed right now, but as I walk, my ankle hits a side table, and Carly whispers, “Sorry.”

That’s not enough to stop me though. I keep moving, bumping into things, eyes slightly unseeing due to the sheer force of the desire pumping in my veins. But it’s not until I nearly face-plant into a flower vase, that I finally stop and take a breath.

I pause, tense up my whole body, and bury my face in her hair.

Breathe, Micah. Think. Fuck. You’re not a fucking randy little teenager led around by your dick. Take a second and think about what you’re doing.

So I stand there, in the middle of the God-knows-where, and do breathing exercises like a fucking newb. In. Out. In. Out.

When I come back to myself, it’s to find Carly with her shoulders shaking, her face buried in my chest.

It takes me a second to realize what she’s doing.

“Are you laughing at me right now?”

“No,” she says even though her voice is watery and she snorts too. And when she pulls back actual tears of mirth are rolling down her cheeks. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at… the situation.”

“The situation.”

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