Page 58 of Ruthless Rose

Chapter 32

Whatever. She can be bitchy all she wants. I nod my agreement to Micah and he leads me through the assorted tables and couches in the living area and up the stairs at the back of the house.

Micah brings me to a room at the end of the hallway, opens the door and ushers me inside before shutting it behind him and leaning against it.

“Is this your room?” The lighting is dim, but the windows overlook the backyard, which is aglow with tiny lights. I can hear people talking and laughing outside, and the pounding beat of the dance music practically shakes the walls.

I turn around to see Micah still leaning against the door. He is staring at me, his eyes working their way over my body. Hunger. Lust. Need. It’s all there in his heated gaze, licking a teasing path over my skin.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

I shrug. “Well, I did see you on and off all day long at school.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. Every time I look at you, I remember what it felt like to have my hands on you. In you. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

With his admission, I become nervous and absentmindedly look around the room to try to disguise just how uneasy I am and unsure of what I’m doing—of what we’re doing.

I take in the dark-blue walls, the expensive-looking masculine furniture, the massive bed, and the huge wall of windows that runs the length of the room. On top of his dresser are the bags of Starburst candies I’d left in his locker this morning.

Micah smiles, following my gaze. “I fucking love that you’re my spirit girl. With all the craziness that happened, I don’t think I had the chance to tell you.”

I catch the corner of my lip between my teeth. I shoot him a shy grin and try to calm my galloping heart. “I like doing things for you.”

Inhale. Exhale. Breathe, Daphne!

His fiery gaze is sliding up and down my body, heating me from the inside out.

Micah slowly stalks toward me. The closer he gets, the more muddled my thinking is. I swear, I could melt into a puddle of goo just from the way he’s hungrily looking me over. He steps forward and I step back, feeling the edge of the bed press against my calves. One more step brings him right in front of me, close enough to touch. I toe off my shoes just before Micah gently pushes me to sit on the mattress. Goose bumps pebble on my skin as he rakes his teeth over his lip.

“Do you remember what I told you yesterday before your parents got back?”

My mind whirs, but connecting the dots is impossible with the way my thoughts scatter. I shake my head and stutter out, “I-I can’t remember what you said. Maybe you should clue me in.”

Micah delivers a heart-stopping smirk just before he grits out, “I said the next time you came, it would be on my face.” His hand wraps around my neck and his fingers tangle in my hair as he bends to kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, feeling excited but nervous when he places a knee on the edge of the bed right between my thighs and leans in enough that I’m forced to lie back. Our kissing continues as a gentle but firm hand strokes over my breast and down my stomach, making my muscles clench. When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he pulls away and quickly undoes the button before sliding the denim over my hips and down my thighs. With a final yank, he pulls them off completely and tosses them over his shoulder. Micah bites his lower lip and stares at my green bikini bottoms for only a moment before he reaches for me once again. He grasps the ties on either side of my hips and tugs. The material loosens. I blink. Micah drags it away from my body, his fingers skimming over my bare skin.

Oh.Flutters begin low in my stomach.

Holy shit. I’m half naked. That happened fast.Am I ready for whatever is about to happen?

“Slide back and put your feet on the edge.” With the command, he leans over and gently kisses my stomach, just below my belly button.

“Wha-what?” I stare at him for a count of three before he kneels in front of me. My heart races as he takes each of my ankles in his hands and adjusts my legs in a way that has me completely exposed to him. Sizzling-hot liquid desire rushes through me, pooling at my center.

I lie on the bed, unsure of what I’m supposed to do. Micah’s strong hands slide down the back of my thighs to cup my bare butt cheeks, and when I glance down and see his face eye level with all of my very excited lady parts, I feel a little dizzy. Oh my God. What is he thinking? Should I be embarrassed? Do I look normal down there?

With the first swipe of his tongue through my aroused flesh, my back bows right off the bed. “Ahh … Micah!” All questions fly out of my head as he licks me all over. He covers the hood of my sex with his mouth, eagerly sucking at my clit and flicking it. “Oh, shit.” The words tumble from my mouth just as his tongue thrusts inside me.

He devours me. There’s no other word for it. I rock my hips, grinding my pussy against his face. I’m flying out of control, ready to shatter into a million tiny pieces. My hands clench at the comforter beneath me.

“I love the way you taste,” he groans, grasping the backs of my thighs and pushing them wide and up toward my chest. A swarm of sensation starts in my lower abdomen as he laps at me with even more vigor, as if he senses I’m close.

I’m a whimpering, writhing mess. Never in my entire life have I felt anything like this before and it’s making me crazy. “Please. Please, Micah,” I gasp out.

His lips twist into a cute little smirk as he pauses, rubbing his stubbled cheek against my inner thigh. His eyes bore into mine before he kisses the skin he’s abraded, then skims his lips back to my opening. “I like you a little out of control. Begging.” His hot breath on my bare pussy almost does me in.

“Please …” The word passes through my lips sounding completely strangled and raw.

“Please what?”

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