Chapter 15 Kaylee
FIFTEEN
KAYLEE
Ididn’t know how Micah thought I’d be able to concentrate on our song, not with the way he was acting.
He was the one who wanted to go slow, who wanted to focus on work, but from the look in his eyes, from the expression on his face, it was obvious his attention was on something else.
Or, maybe it was more apt to say his attention was focused on a few certain somethings, namely, my legs and ass.
“I can feel your eyes on me, you know.” I turned to Micah with a smirk as I knelt on the carpet in front of the coffee table, hunched over the music production software on his laptop to play around with the EQ settings. “It’s hard to concentrate when someone is staring with such a lecherous gaze.”
“It’s an appreciative gaze.” Micah didn’t even look abashed as he lifted his eyes to my face. “I’m appreciating all the gifts my beautiful girlfriend has to offer.”
“My ass is a gift, huh?” I laughed.
“Damn right it is.” He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me up until I was on his lap.
“I thought we were supposed to be working,” I reminded him, even though I really didn’t want to protest.
“You can work from here just as well.” He picked up the laptop and perched it on my thighs, tapping to edit a few custom presets. His one hand was on the keyboard while the other drifted to caress my hip.
I tried to focus on what he was doing—I’d configured my presets that way for a reason, dammit!—but his hand on my hip was distracting as hell. I tried not to squirm as warmth settled between my legs, not unlike the warmth in my cheeks, aside from the faint aching that accompanied it.
“Micah—” I started hesitantly, then paused, surprised at myself.
I was never hesitant. I always went for what I wanted, without reservations. Sometimes to a fault, some might say. But with this…
I’d already asked Micah if he wanted us to take things to his bedroom, and he’d said no, albeit in the sexiest way possible. He said he wanted to savor me. To treasure and worship me.
It was appealing, the thought of that much devotion, that much single-minded attention.
In most of my daydreams I’d imagined that all our pent up yearning and desire would result in a burst of raw, unrepentant, frenzied passion.
I supposed that wasn’t entirely out of the question, but that wasn’t how Micah wanted things to go. Not yet, at any rate.
The anticipation might have been sexy as hell, but it was also frustrating, and a little disconcerting.
Going slow hadn’t been on my Micah-and-Kaylee bingo card.
I wasn’t really sure how to go forward from here.
I didn’t just want to wait for him to make all the moves. My own desires were important, too.
“Kay?” Micah prompted, tightening his grip on my hip.
I shifted to face him, bringing my hand up to the nape of his neck and tangling my fingers into soft, dark strands. I’d always known Micah’s hair was soft, but this was a new experience. New, because those strands were now mine to touch intimately.
Micah was mine to touch, mine to savor, just as much as I was his.
I twisted my fingers through his hair with gentle strokes.
Micah closed his eyes and tilted his head toward my palm with a pleased noise.
I took in every individual eyelash, dark, long and as pretty as a girl’s.
I took in the smooth, relaxed brow, no furrows or lines to be seen.
I took in the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones, the fullness of his lips.
My core was overheating with a wanton need. I picked up the laptop that had been resting on my thighs and decisively set it down on the coffee table with a clacking sound. I went back to sifting Micah’s dark hair through my fingers.
“I think I want that reward now,” I whispered.
The corners of Micah’s mouth curled up into a smile and, without opening his eyes, he pulled me down. Our lips met sweetly, trading soft, tender kisses back and forth until I felt nearly drunk on them. Our soft breathing was the only sound in the room, growing heavier with every second.
And then Micah tangled a hand in my hair, pulled me forward, and plunged his tongue into my mouth, hot and insistent, demanding my utter surrender. I moaned at the shift in mood, melting against him, giving him what he wanted, handing over all control and letting him set the pace.
His lips devoured mine, giving and taking with equal abandon. My mind scattered into a dozen directions, unable to grasp onto a single thought aside from an internal chant of yes, yes, yes. We kissed until I was breathless, until my nerve endings were tingling, and I had to pull away with a gasp.
Micah used his light grip on my hair to guide my head until it was tipped back so he could rain warm, wet kisses down my throat. My entire body trembled as I reveled in the hot swipe of his tongue against my sensitive skin. Then he grazed his teeth across my collarbone and I moaned out loud.
“So, exactly what sort of reward do you want?” Micah murmured.
“This,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. “This is good. This is perfect.”
“Only this?” He bit down lightly and I jolted from the pleasure-pain. “I’m sure your imagination can come up with something more than just this.”
“I can think of a hundred different things, if you really want to insist on it.”
“Give me one.” His lips left my skin to whisper into my ear. “Tell me one thing you want me to do to you right now.”
I let out a whimper at that low voice, deep and seductive. My mind raced, trying to pinpoint one specific action to request. Micah wanted to take things slow, but I was ready for more. What would be an appropriate compromise?
With slow, deliberate movements, I took one of Micah’s hands and brought it to the waistband of my shorts.
There was a cute bow tied at the front. I carefully plucked at one of the ends to untie the knot, letting the two ribbons fall open.
I took Micah’s hand and inched his fingertips under the waistband of my panties.
“Touch me,” I breathed. “Touch me here.”
“Fuck, Kay—” He grunted in my ear and let his hand slip downward, until the tip of his middle finger brushed against my most sensitive spot.
My hips bucked up and I nearly slid off Micah’s lap. He steadied me with a hand on my thigh. I twisted around to clutch at his shoulders and buried my head in the crook of his neck. He ignored that spot for now and kept going lower, swiping two fingers between the valley of my legs.
“You’re already wet,” he groaned. “You want it this much?”
“I want you this much,” I choked out, tightening my hold on him.
He let out a sharp breath and let his fingers glide back and forth, exploring my folds with gentle precision.
“I wanted to go slow,” he said, not sounding the least bit guilty.
“Any slower and I’m going to go crazy.” I tilted my hips upward, grinding up into his hand. “Please, touch me.”
He finally gave in to my plea and brought his fingers to the nub at the apex of my thighs. My whole body jolted as a spike of pleasure ran through me.
“Kay, look at me,” Micah said.
I lifted my head and met his gaze. His expression was intense with a singular focus. His eyes stared into mine as he stroked in circles with just the right amount of pressure.
“Ah!” I cried out, eyes falling shut.
“Look at me,” he demanded again, his fingers stilling.
I forced my lids to flutter open with a displeased sound.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “I want to watch you when you fall apart.”
I whimpered, my insides throbbing at his words.
“You can’t just say things like that,” I told him shakily.
A smirk appeared on his lips. “Why not?”
“B-because—Ah!” I gasped again as he began to move his fingers more firmly, playing with me as expertly as he played his keys, his touch just as deft, just as talented.
“When you say things like that—” I spoke in fits and starts.
“—it makes me want to drag you off to the bedroom—oh!— and we’re supposed to be going s-slow… ”
I could barely finish the thought before he hitched me up higher on his lap and captured my lips with his again.
I moaned into his mouth, tongues sliding against one another.
He swallowed my cries as if they were as delicious to him as candy.
Then he bit my lip and pressed down at the same time, and the combination sent me spiraling upward.
I cried out, eyes flying wide open, and shuddered with every pulse of pleasure.
His fingers never stopped moving and his gaze didn’t leave mine once, dark and feral.
I finally came back to myself, panting to catch my breath, and rested my forehead against his chest.
“I wanted to go slow,” Micah said, nuzzling into the nape of my neck sweetly, as if he hadn’t just done such a devilish thing. “But you’re too damn sexy. I just want to put my hands and tongue all over every inch of you.”
I whimpered, insides still pulsing from aftershocks. “Micah, I told you, don’t say things like that if you’re not going to follow through.”
“I’ll follow through,” he promised, placing a sucking kiss on my neck. “Just not quite yet.”
“I applaud your self-control,” I said, shivering again as I stayed sitting in his lap.
“It’s hanging by a thread,” he admitted. “And you—” he continued, putting a hand on the small of my back to still me, “are not helping with all that squirming.” He paused, lifting his head from my neck. “Where’s the laptop?”
I laughed and gestured to the coffee table. “I put it down before we got too carried away.” I squirmed again, but this time it was to grab the laptop. “If I recall, we were in the middle of something important before you so wantonly seduced me.”
Micah raised an eyebrow. “You’re laying all the blame on me?”
“You’re the one who kept groping me,” I pointed out archly. “I can’t help but get all worked up by that.”
Micah lowered his eyes to the laptop, a worried expression flickering across his face.
“Maybe working on these songs together was a bad idea,” he said. “We’re only going to distract each other.”
“What? No!” I said without thinking. “We work great together. This is just…” My thoughts raced, heart beginning to sink at the lines of tension that were returning to Micah’s face. “Our relationship just adds a different dynamic to things, that’s all.”
He looked at me and I could see the internal struggle in his eyes.
“We’ll figure out a good balance,” I promised, then threw my arms around his shoulders. “Don’t be scared,” I said into his ear. “We can do this.”
Micah wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tight.
“You’re right,” he said. “It’s just because this is all so new. We’ll make it work,” he finished with a determined note in his voice.
I closed my eyes and squeezed back with relief. I didn’t want Micah to get scared again. We’d finally had a breakthrough. The music, this band, meant everything to me, but so did Micah.
I didn’t want to backslide.
I wouldn’t let us backslide.
We were going to make this work, just like Micah said. We had to.
Because if we didn’t…
There was a small voice in the back of my head. The same voice that had spoken up when Zain raised his doubts.
Everyone knows the horror stories of what happens when relationships get in the way of the music, he’d said.
I clung to Micah tighter and hid my face in the crook of his neck. I hated having these thoughts, hated that they popped up at the most inopportune times. But…
Were they both right to be worried?