Chapter 39
Micah awoke to an overwhelming feeling of peace and satisfaction unlike any he’d felt for many years. It was as if his soul had been nourished, and he knew it was all down to the remarkable woman whose bed he shared.
That she”d given of herself so wholeheartedly and completely, after everything she had been through, was a gift that Micah would always treasure. It had touched him in ways he couldn”t even start to quantify.
And maybe this really had been his shot at redemption after the way everything had gone to shit with Sara. Nurturing Melody, caring for her and showing her, proving to her that there was still good in the male species, even if she hadn”t seen much of it.
While it had started with a punishment, he really hadn”t paddled her that hard. Micah simply couldn”t bring himself to do it, knowing what she”d been through, seeing the evidence of her previous rough treatment in the scars that marred her porcelain skin.
But Melody seemed to have let go of a great many of her barriers, so what he’d given her was enough. Because she understood the intent and allowed herself to release all of her pent-up emotions without having to be broken in order to force a reaction.
For that, he was thankful, because had it been any different, there was no way he would have been able to satisfy her needs, which was something he found he desperately wanted to do.
It was Sunday morning, and although there was still the club clean-up to take care of after last night, he was in no rush to move from this comfortable nest. Besides, there was plenty of time.
Melody lay sprawled against him, her legs tangled with his own, her head resting on his chest and her hair in a wild disarray around the both of them. He”d help her brush it out later, he thought with a contented smile, tightening his arms around her and pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.
Melody sighed and stretched, sleep still lulling her, and his cock thickened in response. There was going to be no keeping that bad boy down, now that it knew what was in store.
He groaned quietly as she moved sinuously against him. It was an unconscious move, not meant to arouse, but there was no point in trying to tell his dick that. Especially when her hand moved across his abs, causing them to jump before settling perilously close to his rock-hard shaft. Micah sucked in a pained breath and was about to intervene and move her hand away, when instead, her fingers curled around his erection and a soft, sleepy voice murmured, ”I think someone is pleased to see me.”
”Undeniably.” Micah chuckled, hauling her over so she lay across him. Melody carried on rubbing up against him like a feline in heat, purposefully scraping her breasts against his chest hair, and Micah groaned and grasped her hips, holding her still while he ground his pelvis into her softness.
God! He felt like a randy schoolboy! And maybe that wasn”t so much of a bad thing. He felt freer and more light-hearted than he had in too many years. It was a good feeling, one he wanted to hold on to.
Melody pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling him comfortably. She looked almost ethereal with the soft backlights of the bed canopy reflecting against her abundant silver hair and creating a kind of halo effect. She really was quite beautiful, and it was easy to appreciate now she was clean, healed, and nourished. Nothing at all like the scrawny, muddy vagabond he”d taken in, scant weeks ago. Her enigmatic violet eyes, both knowing and yet innocent at the same time, were captivating and compelling, and he couldn”t help stroking his hands up and down the soft skin of her pale arms, wanting to retain the connection with her.
”Do you want to tie me up?” Melody asked out of the blue as, from her perch astride him, she eyed the various eyebolts and fastening fixtures installed throughout the bed frame.
Micah stilled. ”Is that an offer or a question?” he asked, trying to keep things light.
Melody shrugged. ”Both, I guess. I want to make you happy, to give you what you need.”
Micah smiled and felt it all the way to his soul. ”There”s time enough for that sort of thing, sweetheart. Let”s take it slowly and jump one hurdle at a time.”
“I think I’d like to try some of that stuff with you,” she admitted shyly, not quite brave enough to look him in the eye.
Micah reached up and cupped her face in his palms, pulling her down while her hair spilled around them like a silken curtain, cutting them off from the outside world, so he could communicate his appreciation with a kiss.
”We”ll get there, sweetheart, we have all the time in the world to explore this thing between us,” he whispered against her mouth before he gave in to the urge to make her his once more.
After years of avoiding any kind of commitment because of the way he felt he”d let Sara down, he was surprised to realise that he meant it.