Page 43 of Ruthless Rose

My brows draw together as I stir his coffee. “That was seriously fast. Did you double-check everything?”

Striding back into the room, I find him leaning back in the chair, hands clasped together on top of his head, and his legs sprawled everywhere. He has some of the longest, most muscular legs I’ve ever seen.

He nods toward the paper on the table. “Take a look.”

I set our mugs down, and no sooner have I picked up the worksheet, when Micah’s hands grip my waist and spin me around.

With a little gasp from me, he tugs me between his legs. “Check my answers.”

I look down at the paper, my eyes scanning quickly over his work. As I’m checking over his answers, his hands leave my hips to cup my ass. My breath stutters.

“See anything wrong?”

Slowly, I shake my head. There’s something very fishy going on, that much is crystal clear. “Everything looks correct.” I’m about to call him out on it when I look up to meet his gaze. It’s smoldering. I swallow hard. “So, what is it you want? Do you want me at the party tomorrow or…?”

He chuckles. “That’s a thought, but not quite what I was hoping for.” He slides his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, pausing for only a second to look into my eyes before slipping them over my ass. They drop down my legs to the floor where I kick free of them. His breath hitches.

And. My. Heart. Stops.

Micah grins at the sight of my Star Wars boy-short panties. TIE Fighters and X-wings fly all over them. “Oh, God.” He groans, pressing a hand to his dick. “I’m going to fucking come just looking at you in those.”

He draws me closer, his hands moving back to my rear before sliding up to my waist. He lifts me, and it’s pure instinct to straddle his lap.

I suck in a sharp breath once I’m seated on his thighs. “Micah …”

“Just relax,” he rasps against my neck.

I’m trying, but my heart thunders so loudly it may pop right out of my chest.

He nuzzles his face between my breasts, growls, and one of his big hands slides back and forth over my belly. I’m half-hypnotized by his touch. His erection between my legs and the knowledge that just a few scraps of material separate us are the only things keeping me alert. It has me dying inside, wanting to feel him. Like, really feel him.

His fingertips dip inside my panties, and I tense, holding my breath. He pulls them back out as he stares into my eyes. “Relax. I’ve got you.” Catching my lips with his and teasing my mouth open, he kisses me slowly and deeply. The way his lips move over mine has my entire body tingling, and I’m slipping right down a slope as he draws me closer. This time, his fingers roam further into my panties, touching me between my legs.

It’s electric.

Shocking.

And so very, very new to me.

Micah’s throat works a hard swallow as he parts my folds, running his fingers through my arousal-slickened flesh. “Fuck, Daph. Your pussy is a dream. You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet you’re tight as hell, too.”

He slides his fingers back and forth, massaging every inch of sensitive skin around my opening. When his thumb flicks over my clit, I cry out, “Oh, God.” My head tips back and my hips have a mind of their own, undulating, as Micah continues to work my clit with his thumb. He rubs light little circles, then gives me more pressure and speed. The constant changes have me worked up, yet not knowing what to expect.

I claw at Micah’s shoulders, feeling out of control.

“You like how I’m touching you?”

Incapable of speech, I nod. His fingers make slow circles on my center, and I hardly know what it is I want, but I’m thrashing around on his lap like I’m losing my mind.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Ever so slowly, he dips a finger inside me.

I stutter, “O-oh.” He withdraws, then sinks in deeper. My body clamps down on him at first, unused to the intrusion. But then we kiss some more, our tongues mimicking the action of his finger. Stroking, rubbing, sending me to places I’ve never been before. My hands slide up to his neck and into his short hair. When he adds a second finger, I moan.

“That’s it, grind your pussy on my hand. Take what you need, sweetheart.”

“It feels so good, Micah. I—” My legs quake and my pace slows. I feel like I’m on the edge of something. It’s like all the nerve endings in my body have shifted and centered at my sex. “I—” My entire body jerks, my hips rhythmically moving as delicious sensations explode and roll through me.

Micah groans. “Fuck, Daph. Your pussy just squeezed the hell out of my fingers.”

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