Chapter 6
I practically run to his bedroom, closing the door and stripping down to my bra and undies before jumping straight into his bed to hide under the covers.
What just happened?
Obviously I’m still hurt about the way he treated me, but we were finally getting our friendship back on track, and things were starting to feel normal again.
And then I almost slept with him?
Why did I have to drink so much?
I close my eyes and pray for the alcohol to lull me off to sleep and take me as far away as possible from this terrible night, but my nipples are peaked against the soft cotton of my bra, and I’m still swollen and throbbing between my legs.
I’m lying here in his bed, between his sheets with their deliciously clean laundered smell, the scent of him all around me, and my mind is flooded with images of the things we just did.
The way he leaned in to kiss me the first time.
The feeling of his body against me as he pressed me back toward the wall.
His fingers rippling across my bare nipples, and—oh my God—the slick feel of his cock running along my tongue .
What would it feel like to have Micah’s body moving over me, his smoldering eyes peering straight into my soul as he thrust inside me?
I slip my hand down where I want him to be, running my fingers lightly over my panties.
But then I hear the floor creak as Micah moves around the apartment, and I yank my hand away, afraid he might suddenly barge into the room and somehow know what I was up to.
His footsteps retreat again as he heads down the hall, and I hear the bathroom door close and the squeak of the faucet knobs turning as he starts the shower.
Jesus. Now all I can think about is his beautiful body all soapy and wet. The water running over his broad shoulders and down his bare chest until it reaches his thick, delicious cock.
God, he was so hard.
He’s probably still hard.
Is he working himself over right now? His slippery palm running back and forth over his rigid cock in long, smooth strokes?
Is he imagining himself inside me right now?
I gasp softly at the thought of his cock filling me. I move my hands back down between my thighs, tucking my panties out of the way and slipping my fingers into the wetness there, my mouth falling open as my fingers curl and twist and play in gentle little motions.
In my fantasy, we’re together in the shower, our naked bodies all wet and soapy, his hands all over my breasts.
He crouches down to suck at my nipples as he slides his fingers up into my pussy, caressing me, making sure I’m ready for him.
He stands, pressing himself against my body and crowding me further and further back until he takes full control, turning my body away from him and pressing my breasts up against the cool tile wall.
He pulls my hips toward him slightly and braces me there, his hand moving down to guide his slick cock as he runs himself over my seam, teasing me, until he finally aligns himself with my entrance and thrusts inside me, rocking my hips and driving me up against the wall as his cock pounds inside me again and again.
I’m almost to the edge when I’m abruptly confronted with reality as Micah turns off the shower and the apartment goes silent.
I try to stop myself, but I’m too close.
I come hard, my body seizing up. My mouth is open, but I make absolutely no sound as my entire body shudders, quaking with pleasure, my mind swimming in the rapture of Micah wanting me.
I hear the bathroom door open, and his footsteps pad toward the couch.
My cheeks run hot as the situation dawns on me. I can’t believe I just got myself off in Micah’s bed, imagining the two of us having sex in the shower.
I’m such a fool.
It’s true that things got hot and steamy tonight, but he was probably just drunk and horny. I could have been anyone. He even apologized for doing anything with me, so clearly that wasn’t what he intended.
But it must have been obvious how desperate I was to get with him tonight—how responsive my body was, keying in to his every move, craving him so badly.
This is Micah we’re talking about. With his gorgeous face and incredible body, there is zero chance he’d ever be attracted to me.
I’ve never harbored any illusions about that.
I mean sure, he teases me about being cute sometimes, and he can be a bit of a flirt, but I know there’s nothing appealing about me. I’m about as plain-Jane as they come.
Except some of the things he was saying tonight and just the way he was gazing at me with so much affection in his eyes…it almost felt—real. The way we were moving together so naturally, finding a rhythm easily, like when we play together.
It felt…right.
Is it even possible that he could have feelings like that for me?
I feel silly even letting myself think about it, because it would be too good to be true—having that same close friendship that we’ve always had, but then being able to spend every night in his arms…just basking in the warm glow of Micah loving me.
But it would never last. At the end of the day I would still be me, and when you get right down to it, I’m just not that lovable. They say there’s nothing as fierce as a mother’s love, but my own mom walked out on me and never looked back.
Besides, Micah doesn’t do long-term relationships.
No, even if we did somehow end up dating for a little while, my heart would never survive the rejection when he eventually broke things off. Just thinking about him turning those same lust-filled eyes toward another woman is already sending icy stabs through my heart, and we aren’t even together.
If I hadn’t stopped us when I did…
I have to get a grip and stop with all this make-believe fantasyland, because there’s no way I could stand watching him move on if we’d actually slept together.
This is Micah. My Micah.
My eyes sting with tears as the harsh reality of it all sinks in.
God, why did I lean in for that kiss when we were both obviously so tipsy?
Things were already awkward. What if I just completely destroyed our friendship?