His tongue thrust dominantly in her mouth in between stinging nips to her bottom lip. She moaned, wanting to get closer to him, needing to touch the blazing heat of his skin. His body was like a furnace, and she wanted to jump inside him and be consumed.
“Off,” she panted when he released her lips, her hands now tugging at the hem of his T-shirt.
Stepping back, he obliged her, whipping the garment over his head.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
Her heart hammered against the wall of her chest as she stared unabashedly at his defined abs, rippling biceps, and that perfect V that surrounded ripped abdominal muscles that looked like an unmovable wall.
She’d seen him naked, and he’d let her look her fill, but she didn’t remember feeling quite this overwhelmed. Maybe because she was past mortification and looking at him with unbridled lust.
Their eyes met as the shirt popped over his forehead, and Tessa’s breath caught at the purely carnal, predatory look in his hooded eyes as he dropped it on the floor. His jeans rode low on his hips, a small trail of dark hair stopping disappointingly right at the waistband, the remainder hidden beneath the denim.
Boldly, she stepped forward and flipped the metal button that was keeping her from what she wanted to see, lowering the zipper carefully without breaking eye contact with him.
“I want to see you,” she told him insistently.
“Then take what you want,” Micah answered, his eyes growing impossibly stormier.
There was something incredibly erotic about a man like Micah offering himself up to her, allowing her the freedom to do anything she wanted with him. She could sense his leashed power, and she felt like she was pulling the tiger’s tail right now, but she couldn’t stop herself from dropping to her knees and yanking at his jeans and boxer briefs. She wanted to touch him so badly that her hands shook.
Micah helped her, kicking out of the jeans and underwear until he stood in front of her completely nude. Same as before, he seemed to have no problem with being unclothed, and Tessa could see why. He didn’t have a damn thing to be shy about. The man was perfection, and the hard-on he was sporting was no small thing, standing hard and thick almost right in front of her face.
Lifting her arms, she put her hands as high as they could reach, letting her palms drift slowly down his muscular stomach, tracing that tantalizing V over and over before finally letting her touch stroke over one rock-hard ass cheek. The muscles between her thighs tightened, and she felt another flood of liquid heat dampen her panties as she fisted his hardness.
She wanted to linger, taste the bead of moisture she saw decorating the head of his cock, but Tessa found herself tugged to her feet reluctantly.
“Not now,” Micah told her as he tilted her head up. “I’d never live through it.”
She could feel his urgency, see a muscle in his jaw pulsating as he tried to rein in his desperation.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“Get naked,” he demanded as he reached for the collar of her shirt. Despite his command, he took off her clothes himself, and he wasn’t very patient.
Tessa’s body quivered as Micah grabbed the top she was wearing and popped the buttons as he tore it down the front, pulling off what was left of the shirt before reaching for the front clasp of her bra.
The desire to feel herself skin-to-skin with him had her shucking her jeans and panties impatiently, then shrugging off the bra he’d left dangling from her arms.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his neck, taking little tastes of his heated skin as she murmured, “Now.”
She felt him shake his head.
“Now,” she repeated anxiously, wrapping her legs around his waist, urging his hard erection closer to her needy core.
Supporting her ass, he walked to the counter and sat her down on the low surface. They were almost face-to-face.
Her hands never stopped moving, the feel of his body beneath her fingers so sensual that she couldn’t stop touching him. “Please.”
Desire was racing through her body, the need to have him inside her. Micah resisted even though he looked like he was ready to go caveman on her and fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
She startled when his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling around the hardened nipples, playing over them until she started to whimper.
Rick had never really touched her breasts; Micah seemed to worship them.
Grasping her wrists, he put her hands on the surface behind her, her ass sitting on the edge of the counter with all of the space behind her. Tightening her legs around him, she was frustrated that the surface was too high to make contact with his cock.
Before she could register her frustration, his mouth was on her nipples, sucking one of them into his mouth, biting lightly and then soothing it with his tongue.
Heat shot through her belly, her body registering a sensation she’d never felt before. “Oh, God. Micah.” She squirmed, but he was persistent, alternating from nipple to nipple until they were diamond-hard, sensitive peaks. He bit just hard enough to make the pain pleasurable, especially when he soothed it with his wicked tongue.
Finally, just when Tessa thought she was going to lose her mind with frustrated lust, Micah pushed her back on the counter, untangled her legs from his waist, and spread her thighs. It left her feet dangling from the counter, and she opened her eyes, having forgotten at what point of pleasure she’d actually closed them.
She looked for Micah just in time to get a top view of his golden head lowering between her open thighs. Slamming her eyes closed again, her breath hitched . . . waiting. She screamed as his scorching tongue parted her folds, delving, searching relentlessly for the tiny bundle of nerves he was seeking. He found it and ruthlessly teased the hardened bud, causing Tessa to arch her back in tormented pleasure.