Page 59 of Ruthless Rose

“Don’t stop.”

He slowly licks and sucks my delicate skin, slipping his tongue inside me every once in a while. I moan low and loud when it’s replaced by two fingers, pumping in and out while he ravishes my clit, delivering stroke after stroke of maddening pleasure.

Untamed heat unfurls deep in my belly.

I explode.

Crying out, I throw my head back and ride out wave after wave of intense, mind-shattering sensation.

When I finally go limp, Micah loosens his grip on my legs and climbs up the bed, lowering himself on top of me. I’m certain he feels my heart pounding right through my rib cage. He dips his head, kissing my lips and plunging his tongue into my mouth. “See? You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice raspy.

The tart taste bursts on my tongue, and it only arouses me more. He kisses me with a passion I’ve never known and grinds his lower half against my nakedness, the erection behind his zipper thick and hard. Unable to stop myself, I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels in just under his ass.

A distinct click meets my ears, yanking me from the moment. “What was that?”

Micah props himself on his forearms and glances over his shoulder. “Maybe I didn’t shut the door all the way.”

I frown.

“Or someone thought this was a bathroom?” He chuckles, “Most likely someone was looking for someplace to do exactly what we’re doing and realized the room was already occupied.”

I tense underneath him. “Do you think anyone saw?

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I push on his shoulders. “That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one who is half naked. I’m the one who—” My face turns pink as I look into his smoldering eyes.

“The one who was getting your pussy eaten?”

I nod, staring into his dark eyes.

“But did you like it?” He boldly cups my breast, running a thumb back and forth over my pebbled nipple.

I nod again.

“Then you shouldn’t give a fuck either.” He draws in a deep breath as he studies my slightly panicked face. “Do you want to head back down to the party?”

“Yeah, we probably should.” I have no doubt Scarlett is wondering where the hell I’ve disappeared to, and if she asks, I don’t know how well my face is going to hide what we’ve been up to.

Micah growls as he stands up and runs his hands over the top of his head. “I wish I could just kick everyone out.”

A glance out the window as I sit up shows the party outside is still raging. “I’m guessing that wouldn’t go over well.”

I grab my bikini bottom, which I have to tie on either side before I slip it back on. Micah hands me my jeans with a wink. I yank them back on, step into my Vans, and accept his outstretched hand

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