Page 55 of Welcome to Forever
Rain pelted her hot skin as she opened the door to his Jeep Cherokee and ran, squealing softly as cold puddles splashed her ankles. She didn’t care. All she cared about right now was making it to Micah’s bed, the floor, the shower, wherever he was taking her. She wanted to feel his body on hers, in hers.
He unlocked the front door and pulled her inside, immediately covering her mouth with his in a long, bone-melting kiss that told her he still wanted her. “You’re wet,” he said, running his hands over her rain-soaked arms. “Why don’t we take these wet clothes off?”
She shivered, but not because of her damp clothing. She didn’t bother to look around his house. Ben was with his aunt next door. In a dreamlike haze, she allowed Micah to peel off her dress while he guided her to his bedroom in the back of the house. She was naked when they made it to the bed. Then he pulled his own shirt overhead and tossed it onto the floor, revealing a chest made out of granite-hard muscle. He unzipped his jeans and…oh, my.
Her mouth went dry. Her body sizzled.
“Should I lie down?” she asked, feeling foolish as soon as the question was out. She didn’t know what to do anymore. It’d been a long time since she’d been with a man. Too long. And she was thinking too much.
Without answering, Micah gently guided her to lie back, taking the lead. She didn’t mind giving up the control. She was his for the taking. He kissed, and licked, and sucked until she could no longer think. All thoughts were gone—except one.Micah.
“I want you, Kat. I want to make love to you. Now,” he growled in a low whisper. His declaration was a question that needed to be answered before he’d continue, andoh yeah, she wanted him to continue.
“I want you, too. Do you, uh, have a condom?” she asked, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “I know Marines get vigorous testing and everything, but…”
He nodded, lifting himself off the bed momentarily to retrieve a gold wrapper from the drawer of his bedside table. A moment later, he hovered over her again. He kissed her mouth, ramping things up from tender to scorching in three point five seconds. Then he pushed his way inside her.
Clutching the hard muscles of his back, she held on tight. She wanted this, but it’d been a long time. She couldn’t help thinking about the reason why she’d waited so long. Because she’d been burned by love. Because she’d lost the man she’d thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. Swallowing hard, she focused on the man in front of her. Not just any man. This was Micah, a man she was beginning to care for. More than she wanted to admit to herself right now.
Reaching up, she ran her fingers over the tops of his shoulders, memorizing every beautiful line of muscle just in case this never happened again. Because of course this was never happening again. This was just a one-time thing.
Suddenly every muscle in her body tensed with an impossible hardness as she rode the tidal wave he’d just set in motion through her, finally leaving her in a boneless puddle beneath him. He dipped to kiss her as she trembled. She couldn’t help it. For once, her body had won out over her mind, and her body had thoroughly enjoyed this last half hour.
“You are so hot when you do that,” Micah said, still thrusting inside her, keeping the aftershocks of her orgasm reverberating through her. Then he tilted his neck back, toward the ceiling, groaning with his own pleasure. “Fuck,” he said, hoarsely. A moment later, he rolled onto his side and faced her, kissing her mouth softly. “You all right?” He traced a finger over the smooth contours of her body, making her shiver.
“I’m wonderful,” she said.
“You’re also so fucking beautiful.”
And she felt beautiful in his bed, lying next to him. He dipped and kissed her sweetly and then hungrily, igniting all the places she could have sworn he’d just burnt up.
Okay. Maybe this was a two-time thing.
Melting into him like sugar in water, she let herself go again, this time deeper, harder, faster—if that was even possible. It was as if her body was making up for lost time, and storing up for another sexual hibernation. The memory of Micah’s touch, the feel of his stubbled cheek on hers, his hands running over her. That was something that would keep her sated for a long time. Except she doubted she’d ever be able to get enough of this, whatever this was.
Shutting her mind down again, she needily arched into him, forgetting everything except the man in front of her.
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Micah stirred, wondering momentarily at the heavy weight of someone’s arm draped over his. Ben wasn’t able to crawl into his bed in the night. And Ben was at Aunt Clara’s, he remembered.
His eyes cracked to see the blond hair cascading in front of him.Kat.He tightened his grip as he realized where he was. He’d just had sex with Kat Chandler—Ben’s principal and his sort-of, part-time boss.
Details of the hours before he’d fallen asleep slowly crept into his memory. He glanced out the rain-speckled window, seeing that the storm was over, and checked the clock—midnight.
Kat stirred, appearing to go through the same motions. She dreamily looked around and found him lying behind her. “Micah.” She smiled briefly, then gasped and pulled the white sheet from his bed higher to cover her bare chest.
Thankfully, the sheet was a half-inch too short, tangled at the bottom of the bed. One glance at the soft pink skin of her nipples, and he immediately went hard for her again. “I guess we fell asleep,” he said, wishing he could find something more charming to say. “Do you want some water?”
She nodded. “Please.”
Happy to have something to do, he got up and walked to the kitchen. Sleeping with Kat hadn’t been a mistake. He’d wanted her ever since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. But he wasn’t ready for a relationship, and one with her spelled disaster. He needed to focus on Ben, he reminded himself.
“I hope this is okay.” Kat stepped into the kitchen a moment later, wearing one of his T-shirts that he’d folded and had meant to put away. It was long enough to be a dress on her, hanging loosely on her body. Even so, she was the best thing he’d seen this decade. Her hair was pulled back neatly in a clip, with a few stray pieces falling sexily around her flushed face. “My dress is still soaked,” she explained.
“It’s fine.” He cleared his throat in an effort to clear his mind. “You okay?”
She took a step closer. “I was a more-than-willing participant, if that’s what you’re asking. And yes, I’m okay. Tonight was wonderful, actually.”
