Page 85 of Welcome to Forever
Chapter 21
Kat stumbled into her front door and called Julie’s name, just in case. The house was dark. Quiet. Perfect.
She pulled Micah in after her, pressing her mouth to his. They kissed, maneuvering down the hall, leaning against the wall, and pressing against each other’s bodies as they traveled, needing, wanting, writhing.
“Which room?” he asked. His tongue slid out of her mouth only long enough to say those two words, but his hands continued to move along her sides, traveling higher, flirting with the clasp of her bra.
Kat closed her eyes, wanting him to take it off her. Wanting him to take it all off.
“This one.” She turned the doorknob to her bedroom and back-stepped toward her bed, fitted with a pink flowery spread that screamed sweet, not sexy. She’d just have to make sure he focused all of his attention on her and not her décor.
She didn’t ask him what she should do this time. She just started peeling off her clothing, desperate for his hands to touch every bare inch of her skin. He took over as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to lift her blouse overhead.
“It’s my job to undress you,” he whispered in a low voice that made her stomach flutter. Then he proceeded to kiss her, running his hand down the curve of her neck, following it to her shoulder, down her arm, then collecting the fabric of her shirt in his own hand. He was slow and intentional with his duties, pulling her shirt up slowly. She lifted her arms overhead as he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. Reaching behind her back, his fingers brushed along her sides before unclasping her bra and letting it fall to her feet along with the other discarded clothing. When she looked up, his eyes seemed to be surveying her bare skin. Then his hands followed as a low groan escaped his throat.
She ached with need as she waited for his next move.
“Lay down, Kat,” he said.
Andhell, yeah.She intended to do just that.
She glanced back just long enough to find where she was going, and then gasped as his mouth covered one breast. His arm reached behind her, cradling her and gently pushing her to lie down on the bed. He definitely wasn’t paying attention to the bedspread right now. She moaned as he moved to the other breast, giving them equal attention. His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple, making her arch into him as he sucked with increased intensity. Then he moved south and did more magical things with his tongue until she was panting and nearly ready to explode.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to pull him back up. “I want you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He stayed put, his hold on her so tight she couldn’t squirm away. She could barely think, either. “I want to savor you,” he said in that deep voice that made her shiver.
She clutched his hair softly in her hands. “Please,” she moaned, although she wasn’t sure anymore if she was asking him to come back to her mouth or continue exactly where he was, not stopping until she was done. Or undone, as it were.
He began to climb back up her body, sprinkling kisses in his wake.
Pressing her hips up and into his, she demanded, “Right now. I need you right now.” It’d been a few days since they’d slept together and the wait from the school to her house had been a cruel form of torture.
Laughing softly, he bent and nipped at her lower lip, making her body sizzle in response. “Okay, Principal Chandler. You win.” He leaned up and unzipped his jeans, slowly and deliberately. Pulling a condom from his pocket, he stood briefly and discarded his jeans on the floor. Then he climbed on top of her and pushed his way inside, tossing wood to her fire and setting her body ablaze.
Oh, yeah. Right there.She dug her fingers into the muscle of his back, pulling him toward her, unable to get close enough.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, she opened her eyes when his rhythmic movement stopped. “What?” she asked, her body trembling under his. She wasn’t finished yet.Not yet.“What’s wrong?”
“You’re smiling,” he said, tracing a finger tenderly along the side of her cheek.
Leaning up, she kissed his lips softly, looking up into his eyes. “You make me happy.”
“Then I’ll continue making you happy,” he whispered, starting again and gaining speed until she was rocketing into pure oblivion.
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Sometime in the night, Kat rolled over and reached out for Micah before opening her eyes, and finding…no one. Where did he go?
Turning her neck, she looked at her bedside clock. It was midnight. They must’ve fallen asleep after—a smile stretched across her face—after all the hot sex. Rolling over, she heard a paper crinkle beneath her. She reached for the pull of her lamp and light flooded the room, causing her to wince and shut her eyes. After a moment, she found the paper and read the scrawled handwriting.
Had to go home to Ben. Thanks.
She stared at the note for a long moment.Thanks? Thanks for what? She bit her lower lip, knowing she shouldn’t feel insulted, butthanks? Really? She’d thought they’d moved past being just friends with benefits. Although neither of them had said as much.
Her stomach growled as she pondered what it meant—or didn’t mean. She hadn’t eaten dinner before getting hot and naked with Micah. Dropping her legs off the bed, she winced as fresh pain shot up her swollen ankle, a reminder of the spray-painting incident.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” she whispered to herself, limping across the floor. It hurt like a bitch, but she wouldn’t have it any other way because this sprain had been the culprit behind a most enjoyable night of nakedness. Those boys should get promotions, she decided, as she limped down the hall. Skip third grade and go directly to fifth.
