“God, you’re beautiful,” he told her reverently as she continued to stare at his lips in her supine position.
“I feel beautiful when you look at me,” she answered in a breathy, needy voice. “I’ve never felt that way before.”
Micah was both irritated and relieved that no other man had told her just how breathtaking she was. She should know. She should realize that just the sight of her could make a guy lose his mind.
He bent over and kissed her, a slow sensual embrace that allowed him to explore her mouth thoroughly, completely, tenderly. For once, he didn’t want to rush to possess her. Not that the urge wasn’t there, but his need to worship and pleasure her was even greater right now.
His mouth moved up her neck before his tongue started exploring the soft skin of her ear. Her whimper of pleasure was like beautiful music to his ears, and he moved lower to take one of her perfect nipples into his mouth. His lips moved over her creamy flesh, then focused on nipping and sucking the pebbled tips into hard peaks, one after the other.
She whined disappointedly as he moved lower, so he took her hands and placed them on her breasts, encouraging her without words to keep pleasuring her breasts. It took her a few awkward moments, but as he parted her thighs and began to tease her slick folds with his fingers, her movements became urgent, her fingers plucking at her breasts as she released a loud moan.
“Please, Micah. Please.”
God, he loved hearing his name come from her lips, loved hearing her beg him to finish her off. But he wasn’t ready to make her come. When it happened, he wanted to see her come apart with his mouth all over her. She was his to taste, to explore, and he planned on making this the best she’d ever had.
His tongue slid down her tight belly, and the fragrant aroma of her desire hit him hard in the gut, made him salivate to taste her. Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, he used his fingers to part her folds, exposing her throbbing clit and pink sweetness to his gaze. The flesh there glistened with moisture, begging him to indulge in what he already knew was the sweetest nectar he’d ever had.
He dove in with one long lick from bottom to top, lingering on the tiny bundle of nerves as he began to devour her.
“Oh, Micah. Yes. Please.”
Her voice was pleading and quivering with arousal, and he intensified his efforts, burying his face in her pussy and letting himself drown in her pleasure. He licked every luxurious drop of her arousal he could find, satisfied that every bit of that dew was because she wanted him. That knowledge pleased him on a level he’d never experienced before.
He groaned into her flesh, finally catching her clit with his teeth lightly, then flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. Stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as he continued to consume her, he could feel her legs trembling as her moans grew incoherent and wild.
I like her just like this: uninhibited and so turned on that she can’t think of anything except needing me to make her come.
He growled into her flesh as her hands speared into his hair, gripping his locks so tightly that he knew she was going to have to let go.
“Micah! Make. Me. Come!”
He smiled into her wet pussy, amused by how she went from pleading to demanding. But he wasn’t about to deny her. He doubted he could refuse this woman much of anything now that she’d practically taken up residence in his soul.
He increased the pressure on the engorged nub that he knew needed stimulation, grinding his tongue against her until her entire body began to shudder and she arched her back. Her hands tightened in his hair painfully, but he wasn’t complaining. He plunged two fingers into her silky sheath, wanting to feel her grip his fingers as volatile spasms rocked her body.
“Micah!” she screamed without inhibitions, her pleasure vibrating throughout her voice.
He lapped at her juices as she spilled more when she climaxed violently, until her grip on his hair relaxed and he could hear her panting for breath.
He pulled her limp body into a sitting position and cradled her against his chest, his arms tightening around her, sheltering her in her moment of vulnerability.
They stayed just like that until Tessa recovered her breath, then she pulled back and sent him a mock frown. “I was supposed to be getting you breakfast. Maybe I should have put on your boxers.”
He smirked at her. “I ate. Breakfast was delicious. And I think underwear is highly overrated. Believe me, once I saw you in my shirt, nothing was going to stop me from having you for a meal.”
“You need food,” she admonished him.
“I need you,” he corrected.
She lifted a hand and stroked it lightly through his hair. “I need you, too. So much it’s scary sometimes. Julian sent a really quick text from your phone just saying that it wasn’t a good time to be seeing me, but maybe he could in the future. And he said he was sorry. I heard the jet, so I thought you left.” Her eyes glistened with moisture as she added, “Don’t ever do that to me, okay? I know this isn’t forever, but please come and say good-bye. Promise me.”
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Micah rumbled. “I just meant for him to let you know I couldn’t do our run and that I was sorry.”
Tessa shook her head. “It wasn’t his fault. He was in a hurry and worried about Xander. I understand. But I felt how much it would hurt if you just went without saying good-bye. So don’t, okay? You’ve become my lover, but also a friend. I can handle good-bye, but not a brush-off.”
He was irritated as he grasped her chin and tilted her face up to him. “Hey, when I said I’d never let you fall, I meant it. I’ll never brush you off, Tessa. Never.” As he looked into her beautiful eyes, he added, “And I’m still going to kill Julian.”