Page 55 of Ruthless Rose

He cups my cheek with one hand, fingers sliding back into my hair. He glances down my body as he tucks a few fingers into the waistband of my jeans and drags my body to his. “I like you in these.” His mouth hovers over mine. My heart pounds. He’s doing this out in the open. I’m still lost in trying to figure out if this is a good thing or not when his lips softly brush mine. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“I wanted to be here.”

“Mm-hmm,” he groans as his lips skate across mine again, nibbling before his tongue slips into my mouth.

I melt into him, my body taking over. His clean, fresh, straight-from-the-shower scent goes right to my head and makes me dizzy. I have the urge to run my fingers through the damp hair at the back of his head, so I do.

“Still want to go to the party?” With a hooded stare, he dips his head down to my neck, licking first, then kissing the spot where my pulse has gone haywire.

“You’re asking?”

He brings his face back to mine and slicks his tongue over his lip. “I want you to enjoy yourself. And I’d enjoy myself at the party or alone with you.” He wriggles his eyebrows. “So, it’s up to you.”

I tap his chest with my finger. “Aren’t you hosting the party?”

“Yeah. But it’s whatever you want. The party can go on without me.”

“Aren’t you worried about what could happen if you aren’t there?”

He shrugs, noncommittally. “No, not really.”

“What would your parents do if—”

He cuts me off with a scoff and jerk of his head. “They don’t give two shits what I do.”

I blow out a breath, hurt for him worming its way into my heart. What kind of crap parents must he have? I mean, I’d heard some rumors, but I’d thought they were just that—rumors. “I want to go to the party.”

His lips twitch in amusement. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” I nod my head adamantly.

Micah turns and hooks his arm around my neck, resting it on my shoulders. “We’ll have fun. Promise. Come on.”

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