Page 54 of Hard Rock Temptation
“I want you, Kay,” he said urgently as he looked me into the eyes, unwavering. “I want you so badly it’s driving me insane. The urges I feel, the things I want to do to you every moment of every day—” He let out a frustrated grunt in the back of his throat, then stopped and looked down, almost shame-faced. “It’s like I have this ravenous monster inside of me that I’m barely able to control.”
Micah’s fists were clenched at his sides as he made his confession, hands shaking as if fighting for that control at this very second.
I was trying to understand what he was thinking. I was trying to understand what he was saying, and what he had left unsaid.
It was true, Micah had pounced on me at every opportunity. Kisses, touches, and more. He hadn’t held back with his physical affection. There was only one thing he had held back on.
“And what’s so wrong with losing control?” I asked him.
His head snapped up, his lips in a firm line.
“You don’t get it,” he said, on the verge of impatience. “I don’t want to just ravage you like some feral animal. I want to treat you the way you deserve. I want to do this right.”
I was beginning to see where Micah was coming from. For someone who always thought he had to take care of others, for someone who always wanted to do the best thing for the band, the right thing, it must have been hard to feel like he had no control over his own emotions, over his own actions, when it came to the person he loved.
But just because I could see where he was coming from, didn’t mean that I agreed with his point of view.
I decided to be blunt. Maybe that was the only way I could get through to him, to get him to face his fears, just like he’d been trying to do in other aspects of our relationship all along.
“What if I want you to ravage me like a feral animal?” I asked, completely serious, not a hint of teasing or coyness.
Micah’s eyes went wide.
“What if the treatment I deserve is being nailed to the bed and fucked into exhaustion?” I continued.
“Shit, Kay, you can’t say things like that,” he groaned, putting a hand over his face and scrubbing at it.
“I’m not joking,” I told him. “If you think you need to treat me like some sheltered princess or blushing virgin, you’re wrong.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders, surprising him so that his hand fell from his face. I yanked him close enough that our noses touched.
“I want you, Micah,” I said firmly. “I want everything you have to give me. I don’t need you to hold back for my sake. You won’t scare me off. That is, unless you’ve got some odd knife-play kink I’m not aware of,” I added, a sly grin crossing my lips. “That might be a bit much to start off with.”
Micah let out a choked laugh and shook his head.
“Why are you so—” he started to say, then sighed and chuckled at the same time. “What am I going to do with you?”
I reached down to unbuckle his belt and pop open the button on his jeans.
“You’re going to nail me to the bed and fuck me into exhaustion, that’s what,” I replied. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.” I repeated the same words he’d told me earlier.
Micah wrapped a hand around my wrist and gently pulled it away. He stood up and kicked off his jeans and his boxers, baring his stiff length. Despite our many years of living together, this was the first time I’d seen him like this, hard and thick.
My stomach clenched and my core ached at the thought of him inside me. I was already so wet from before, but now it felt like a scorching heat was burning me up from the inside. And I knew Micah was the only thing that could quench it.
He got back on the bed and crawled on top of me, settling himself between my legs. The feel of his hot length nudging against my thigh set my heartbeat racing. I half-expected him to just push in, but I should have known better than that.
Micah let the weight of his body press down into me as he took my wrists in one hand and pinned my arms above my head.
“Keep them there,” he said in a low voice.
My breath caught in my throat at the command. I knew Micah liked to be in control, but I hadn’t really thought too hard about how that might translate into the bedroom. If he wanted to go all dom on me, I wasn’t going to complain. In fact, the idea excited me in a way I hadn’t expected.
His hand left my wrist, trailing down my body, between my breasts and down my stomach until his fingers were between my folds, finding me wet and wanting. He circled my entrance, making my inner walls pulse almost painfully, but he didn’t enter me yet.
“I thought you said you were going to ravage me like a wild animal?” I asked.
“Don’t predators like to play with their prey?” he murmured in my ear, then bit down sharply.
