Page 68 of Fall

He runs his hand up through his hair, moving the curls off his face, revealing more of his chest tattoo and solid abs. The corners of his lips tilt up when he catches me admiring his physique, and the moon shines in his ocean blue eyes.

The sudden intensity takes my breath away, and I immediately turn around, giving him my back.

I’m such a coward—not to mention weak.

He scoots himself closer, and I can’t help but focus on the feel of him pressing up against me. My heart starts to flutter at the strange yet familiar feeling.

What the hell is happening to me?

I involuntarily shiver as he brings his head even closer, and his breath caresses my ear.

“Are you living or are you just breathing?” he whispers.

I don’t know.

But I don’t actually answer him. Instead, I decide to pretend to go back to sleep.

I’m hyper aware of how the tip of his nose traces heated lines down the side of my neck and the push of his cock gently rubbing against my ass. I squeeze my eyes tighter, unsure of what I want. Part of me wants to run out of this room without looking back, but the other part…

“Don’t,” he whispers.

Confused, I reply, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t think. Live in this moment with me.”

His lulling voice is smooth and seductively sweet. He moves his calloused fingers to the skin at my hip, tucking them underneath my shirt.

“Let me be the promise you keep. If only for tonight.”

He places featherlight kisses on the soft skin at my neck.

“Let me be the reason your knees get weak.”

He continues kissing and sucking my neck. His hands roughly glide against my skin, wrapping tightly around my waist as he grinds against me more forcefully.

“Let me…”

Without thinking, I offer more of my neck to him in response. Unable to stop. Not wanting to stop the feeling of pleasure sliding leisurely down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and heating me from the inside out. The scent of coconut mixed with cinnamon lures me in deeper, and I can’t help but wonder what he tastes like.

Fuck.

His rugged fingers tickle up my side and trace the swell of my breast, making my head roll back. A soft moan escapes my lips. His fingertips circle around my nipples, and I push my chest into his hands, frustrated by his teasing touch.

Micah responds to my silent demand with a chuckle.

“Is this what you want, Angel?”

He grabs my breast firmly, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. His other arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to remove any possible space between us. I push my ass harder against his thickening cock.

I don’t think.

I don’t fight.

Instead, I let go and drown in all that is Micah.

I raise my arm to grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer, opening myself to him with a slight hum in my chest.

“Say it.” He suddenly removes his hand from my breast, and my body immediately feels the loss.

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