Chapter 5
I t’s cold as we step outside the bar, and a gust of wind whips my hair against my face. I lean toward him, and he wraps me up with his arm around my shoulders as we make our way back to his place. I’m safe and warm all nestled up against him, and I love the feel of his body so close to mine.
I let my mind imagine what it would be like to be the girl Micah’s taking home…and not just because she’s crashing at his place. My whole body tingles at the thought.
As we get to his building he slides a hand down to my lower back and holds it there, guiding me toward the door, and my every thought is instantly drawn to the singular sensation of his hand on my body.
He lets us in, then his hand moves to my back again, nestling just above my ass as we make our way up the steps to his floor. He unlocks his door, and he’s about to open it when he stops and turns back toward me. There is no mistaking it this time: His eyes are full of desire.
He’s hot for me right now.
He moves in a little closer, and I get goose bumps as he rests both of his hands at my sides .
“Umm, Micah…” I need to say something because the sparks are flying in all directions, and I have to put a stop to this before we do something that could seriously damage our friendship.
Besides, he’s obviously not thinking clearly.
I don’t have a beauty-queen body like those other girls he could have any night of the week.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” His lips are curling in a way that’s making my knees go weak, and that plump bottom lip of his is just begging me to nibble on it.
“Micah,” I whisper, gazing up at him.
Jesus. That second glass of wine—or was it the third?—is really hitting me now. But this is dangerous territory. I can’t afford to have a one-night stand with Micah. My heart wouldn’t survive it.
Except…oh, just kill me now. Why does he have to be so freaking gorgeous?
“Kace, when we were at the studio today, I felt it again. There’s something that happens when we play together, and it only happens with you.”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, unable to contain myself now.
“I feel it too. It’s like we’re the only two people in the whole world.
Like nothing else even exists except for me and you.
” I move to touch a finger to his chest to emphasize the last part, but I throw myself off balance a little and end up pressing my whole hand to him.
His chest feels incredible. He’s all lean and muscular.
And I want him.
My rational brain is still rattling on about how we really ought to stop before things go too far.
That I’ll end up getting my heart broken and probably lose Micah forever in the process.
Or that at the very least we might want to move it inside the apartment before things get too steamy.
But I’m not listening to my rational brain anymore, because everything else in my body is screaming YES .
I lean in close, tilting my face up toward his and focusing my eyes on his luscious lips. I watch as he licks them.
Is he going to kiss me?
All at once he’s pulling me into him, his face tilting, his lips coming in toward mine.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
My entire body flashes with heat as his lips softly touch mine. And then again.
But now he pauses, his mouth just a couple of inches away from me, his breath soft and warm on my cheeks.
“Kace…Kacie.” Oh, I love the way he’s whispering my name.
He moves one hand just under my chin, and the world blurs around me as he tips my face up toward his and brings his lips to mine. He’s more forceful this time, his mouth open, his lips pressing against mine, his tongue searching for a way in.
I part my lips for him, and as our tongues find each other, our bodies are shifting, moving together, easily finding the rhythm.
I’ve always wanted him like this. But I never let myself dream it could actually happen.
But then he pauses and steps back just a bit, gazing into my eyes.
Why is he stopping? Maybe he just realized that I’m not what he wants.
But he comes back in for another kiss, and this time he nibbles and tugs at my bottom lip hungrily before working his way down my neck. The sensation of Micah’s lips all over my bare skin is incredible.
He moves to kiss along the tops of my breasts, and I no longer care that we’re still in the hallway where anyone could see us .
When he comes back up, he’s breathing hard, and his eyes are thick with lust.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and I swear I can feel my heart cracking wide open for him.
Micah thinks I’m beautiful?
He throws the apartment door open and practically lifts me over the threshold, closing the door behind us with one hand as his other arm presses me up against the wall. His cock is straining against my thigh as he pushes his body against mine, seeking friction.
He’s rock hard. For me.
He’s kissing me passionately, his hips pressing me back as our bodies move against each other, perfectly synchronized. It’s obvious that music isn’t the only way we work well together.
He moves lower now, kissing down my neck and letting his tongue slide below the edge of my shirt, licking along the tops of my breasts.
I press my hands to the back of his neck and slide my fingers into his hair, tipping my head down to breathe in his familiar manly scent. He’s delicious.
I move my hands down along his upper back, and I can feel every muscle rippling under my fingertips as his hands trail along my waistline.
He lifts the lower hem of my tank top up and lets his fingertips trace across my belly.
The feel of his hands on my bare skin is exhilarating, and as his fingers move up toward my bra, I’m losing control.
“Oh, Micah,” I whisper as he meets my eyes.
“I can’t keep my hands off you.” His voice is gritty and breathless.
I need his hands all over me.
I grab the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head.
Micah wrestles it the rest of the way off and tosses it aside, and now he’s crowding me back, pressing my body up against the wall, his hands caressing my breasts through the thin cotton of my bra.
My nipples pinch up tight, forming stiff little peaks beneath his fingertips.
He’s pulling me back, moving us toward the couch, his hands pressed against my bare skin as he sits me down on the couch.
He kneels over me, straddling my thighs and cupping my chin in his hand, tilting my face up toward him as he brings his mouth down to meet mine, kissing me hard.
I feel a stiff tug through my core, and in an instant I’m wet.
He moves over me, his strong arms framing my body as he shifts me over, then presses me back until I’m lying flat on the couch.
When I open my eyes again, he’s gazing down at me, and the city lights coming through the window are highlighting the angle of his jawline. Micah’s perfect jawline.
I trace the side of his face, his soft stubble tickling my fingertips, and I feel along his chin for the tiny white scar that he got when he crashed his bike on a family vacation when he was a kid.
“Kace,” he whispers as he takes my hand into his and touches my fingers to his lips, kissing them.
“Mm-hmm?” I smile back at him dreamily.
“I want to touch every part of you.” His eyes are dark and mischievous, and I feel the muscles of his arms tense around me.
And I want him to do it.
I move to slip my straps over my shoulders, but he stops my hands and peels my bra cups down until my breasts spill out for him.
My nipples are tight little nubs, dark and firm, and I watch as his eyes go jet black with lust as he takes my bare breasts into his hands, his thumbs moving lightly across my nipples.
I’m so wet I’m drenched. And I need more .
He moves down, then presses his open mouth against my breasts.
The shift in intensity has my pussy aching with anticipation.
I watch as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and teases the other between his fingertips.
Then his eyes meet mine as he moves to lick my other breast, and the sensation of his tongue sliding over my nipple as his eyes peer into my soul is thrilling.
“Ohhh, Micah,” I whisper.
He brings his mouth to my lips, kissing me hard. I reach down with both hands to feel along the stiff bulge in his jeans where his cock is pressing up against my body. I slide my hands up underneath his T-shirt, letting them explore the smooth muscles of his abs and the soft hair on his chest.
He stands and yanks his shirt over his head in one swish, giving me a full view of his gorgeous chest.
I’ve seen him without his shirt on a few times before, and it is a sight to behold, but I’ve never been able to touch him like this. I sit up to face him, and he smiles down at me as I slide my hands over his bare abs, feeling every ripple of muscle.
His ribs heave with every breath, and I let one hand trail down over his belt. He groans with pleasure as I press my palm firmly over the generous bulge in his jeans and trace the outline of his rock-hard cock with my fingertips. He’s practically bursting through his jeans.
I’m desperate for him.
I flit my fingers under the edge of his waistband to touch the head of his cock.
He moans as my fingers reach further inside to move behind his fly, touching him softly as I flick his button open with a pop and then drag his zipper down.
He pushes his briefs out of the way and brings his cock out for me, and it’s freaking glorious.
I glance up toward his face, and his eyes are intense as he smiles down at me. He runs his hand down the length of his cock once, stroking it.
I smile up at him, and his gaze moves down, laser-focused on my mouth as I lick my lips.
“Kace.” The sound of Micah’s voice whispering my name and his hard cock all ready and waiting for me are taking me places I didn’t even know were possible.
“Kace,” he whispers again, breathless. “We can stop anytime you want.”
“Mm-hmm. I know”—I catch his gaze again and shake my head in a teasing way—“and I don’t want to stop.”