Again my mind blanks. Whoa. His back is broad, muscled and inked. A patterned black-and-white snake, a stylized viper, flows up his spine to his neck, the triangular head resting between his shoulder blades.
He turns slightly, his eyes half-closed. He doesn’t look amused anymore. There’s a hot intensity to his gaze that stops my breath. I back away, past the coffee table and the sofa, inching toward the door—and hit the wall with a gasp. My bad knee threatens to go out, and I hiss in pain.
Micah reaches me in two strides and puts his hands on my waist, steadying me. Automatically I grip his arms, digging my fingertips into thick muscle, and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Ev.” His deep voice goes through me like the sound of a gong, vibrating all the way to my toes. It’s then I realize I’m pressed against his naked chest, along his tall body, feeling his hardness, thick and long, through the thin fabric of his draw-string pants. “Ev, look at me.”
Against my better judgment, I glance up and fall into the blue of his eyes. God, I just can’t catch my breath around him.
Then he lifts a hand and touches my face, trailing his fingers over my brows, my cheekbones, my nose, stopping on my mouth. He’s breathing heavily now, too, and the bulge in his pants presses insistently against my belly.
It feels good. I want to touch him, feel him. I want to hear him moan with pleasure.
Oh God, I’m going mad.
His eyes have gone dark with arousal, two of his fingers lingering on my lips. So I open my mouth and take them both in, sucking on them. He tastes salty and sweet. I like it, and I lap at his skin with my tongue.
A groan rises up his chest and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, Ev...” His erection is like steel, poking into my stomach. His hand slips from my waist down to my hip, pulling me closer.
I draw back a little, letting his fingers slip from my mouth. He swipes them down my throat and then unzips my jacket all the way.
I don’t move. I want him to touch me. I don’t remember ever wanting anything so much since Christmas when I was little and wished for a ride on Santa’s sleigh.
You know what? Scratch that. I want this more. My whole body arches when he pushes the jacket off my shoulders. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples are so hard they hurt—and I’m still fully dressed.
Looks like Micah is thinking the same because he grabs the hem of my blouse and tugs. I lift my hands and let him pull it off. My hair-tie has come off in the process, and I shake my shoulder-length hair out.
Micah throws my blouse to the floor, his gaze immediately dipping down to my breasts, snug in the cups of my white satin bra. He licks his lips and inhales sharply, his nose flaring.
Then his mouth crashes on mine in a hot kiss. With one hand he grabs my wrist and pins it on the wall above my head, while the other returns to my breast, covering it, playing with my nipple.
Heat leaks between my legs. His hard length is caught between us, but I can’t wait any longer. I need him. I raise my leg and wrap it around his tense, muscular thigh and lift myself on my tiptoes. Finally his hard-on presses against where I need him most, and oh God, I’m falling.
I’m distantly aware of moaning loudly into his mouth as fireworks go off behind my eyes. I shake, caught between the wall and his body, between his mouth and his hardness. The orgasm catches me by surprise. I didn’t realize I was so close to the edge.
He pulls back slightly and grins against my mouth. Then he lets go of my wrist and wraps his arms around me. He nuzzles my ear. “That was beautiful,” he whispers.
I pant against his neck, inhaling his light scent of musk and ink. I lower my leg and lean against the wall, my arms loosely draped around his hips. My body is still humming with pleasure, my muscles heavy and loose. I’m not sure I can stay upright if he releases me.
As if sensing that, he stays like that for a while, holding me close. “Okay?” he breathes and I shiver.
He’s still rock-hard where he presses into me. The shape of his cock is so perfectly outlined through his pants that I think he may be going commando underneath. My breath catches at the thought.
I slide my hands to his back, then lower, cupping his round, muscled ass cheeks and giving them a light squeeze.
A gasp escapes him, and his erection jumps between us. “Ev...”
God, the way he speaks my name is like sex. It makes me reckless. After all, I just came from rubbing against him, pressed to the wall.
I push his pants down. After a few seconds of shocked stillness, he takes over, shoving
them down his legs and stepping out of them. He stands completely naked in front of me, and he’s gorgeous. Perfect. Built like a statue.
His cock juts up, flushed and wet, and my mouth waters. I’ve never gone down on anyone without a condom, but I want to taste him so much it’s like a craving. Maybe it’s his scent, so delicious.
When I start going down to my knees, though, he grips my under the arms and stops me. “Your leg,” he whispers, his breathing ragged.
“But I want to,” I whisper back and he grins.