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I shift my legs wider.

“Perfect.” I feel the words on my sex. “So fucking perfect.”

And then I really feel him.

I was right about his tongue. It very much wanted to taste me.

His thumbs hold me wide, and his tongue dips inside, lapping me from deep within to my clit.

I moan and thread my fingers through his hair. His fingers press into my skin as he circles my clit.

It’s been so long. I have no chill. But more than that, I can’t deny the fact it’s just him. If I could lock my orgasm out and keep it at bay just to enjoy this for a few minutes, I would.

Micah isn’t having it. He’s merciless and wasn’t kidding when he said he was hungry.

He sucks.

Licks.

Moves against me with vigor.

I fist his hair so I don’t topple over when my orgasm creeps embarrassingly fast. It takes over my body, but Micah doesn’t let up. One hand snakes around to my ass to hold me up when my knees shake.

I’m not sure I’ve ever come this hard.

“Micah.” I gasp and call out for him. I never want this to end even though I’m desperate for him to stop. My body is under his control, and I’m positive this room has never heard noises like this. I moan and writhe and shake.

I’m not sure I can stay standing. Micah feels it and takes pity on me. He sucks one last time before letting go. When he stands, he takes me with him. He picks me up like a virginal bride on her wedding night with not one problem in the world to worry about.

This couldn’t be more different than my reality.

He leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth and gives it a sensual bite.

“You’re going to be the one to kill me,” I mutter through labored breaths, not recovered from the life-changing orgasm. “Either that or you’re going to ruin sex for me for the rest of my life. And we haven’t even had sex yet.”

“If that’s a hint of what it’ll be like to be buried deep within you, then you just ruined pussy for me for the rest of time. There’s nothing that can stand up to that. I say we’re even.”

“How can words be so crude and sweet at the same time?”

He smirks. “I’ve been called crude a lot, but never sweet in the same sentence. You’re the sweet one, baby.”

My back hits the bed with an unceremonious bounce. He leers over me, with his hand next to my head, his arm straight. His eyes rake over my sated body. I fold one thigh over the other and bring my hand up to one of my breasts that are still pushed out of my bra.

“The way you look at me so unapologetically is unnerving.”

He takes my hand that’s trying and failing to cover my body with his free one and lifts it to his lips. He pries my fingers open and kisses the palm of my hand. “I don’t plan to apologize for memorizing your body. Maybe the better word would be captivated.”

I shake my head.

“Consumed,” he adds. “Fascinated. Obsessed.”

“Stop it.” I turn my hand in his and pull him to me. He falls to his tattooed forearm and takes my mouth. And just like I said, he does it unapologetically. The taste of me on his tongue is heady as the word obsessed bounces around my head like a jumping bean. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close until I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

“I can’t wait much longer, baby.”

My insides flutter, like he didn’t just rock my world moments ago. I lose his heat when he stands.

This time it’s my turn to stare at him. The moment his jeans and boxers hit the floor, I mutter, “Holy shit.”

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