Chapter 15 #2
His teeth catch my bottom lip, biting down until I gasp. My gasp snaps his control. Micah backs me toward the wall, each step deliberate and predatory. My shoulders hit concrete and he's already there, body pinning mine.
His mouth moves to my throat. Stubble scrapes my skin, followed by the hot press of his tongue. He finds my pulse point and bites down, marking me. Heat floods straight between my legs.
Need claws through me, sharper than anything I've let myself feel since he left. My hands find his shoulders, nails digging in through fabric.
His mouth against my ear. "Safe?"
Brain catches up. Right. "Clean. IUD. Tested recently."
"Good." His teeth scrape my earlobe. "Because I'm going to fuck you bare and feel every inch of that tight pussy."
The crude words make everything clench. I nod because speech is beyond me.
Micah's mouth crashes back to mine, kiss turning savage. His hands find the hem of my shirt and drag it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to strip it over my head. Cool air hits my skin for half a second before his palms replace it, sliding up my ribs with possessive heat.
I work his vest open, fingers fumbling with buckles and straps until I can shove it off his shoulders. Tactical gear hits the floor with a heavy thud. He strips his shirt off in one fluid motion and my mouth goes dry.
Time hasn't softened a single edge. Scars I remember and new ones I don't map violence across his torso. Muscle shifts under his skin as he moves back into my space, all coiled power and predatory intent.
His hands find my waist again, thumbs hooking under my waistband. "Off. Now."
I reach for my belt but Micah's already there, flicking the buckle open with practiced ease. He shoves my cargo pants down my hips and I step out of them. My sports bra follows. Then he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down slowly, watching my face the entire time.
Standing naked in Echo Base's analysis room should feel vulnerable. Instead, his gaze dragging over exposed skin makes me feel powerful, wanted, his.
He drops to his knees in front of me.
Oh hell.
Before I can process, his mouth finds my inner thigh, hot and open and moving higher with clear intent. My hands fly to his shoulders for balance.
Micah hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me completely open. No hesitation, no asking permission. Just the hot slide of his tongue against my pussy and coherent thought shatters.
My head falls back against the wall. Pressure and heat and the obscene wet sounds of what he's doing make my pulse race. His strong hands grip my hips, holding me in place while his tongue explores, licking through my folds, circling my clit, then lower to push inside me.
My hips jerk but his grip tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me. His tongue fucks into me with deliberate strokes while one thumb finds my clit and presses. The dual sensation makes my knees shake.
He finds my clit with his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure spikes sharp enough to make me gasp his name. My fingers tangle in his hair, hips trying to rock against his face but he holds me still, controlling the moment with devastating precision.
Right on the edge, muscles coiled tight with need, Micah pulls back.
I make a sound that's pure protest. He rises to his feet in one smooth motion, mouth glistening with my arousal, expression pure arrogance.
His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that tastes like me. "When you come, it's going to be on my cock."
The crude promise makes heat clench low in my belly. I reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle open. Micah lets me shove his pants down over his hips. When I wrap my hand around his cock, hard and thick and already leaking, his breath hisses out between clenched teeth.
I stroke him base to tip, thumb sliding through the moisture at the head. His hips jerk forward and his hand clamps around my wrist, stopping the movement.
He kicks his pants away and then we're skin to skin, heat and muscle and all that time apart burning away in the friction between us. His cock presses against my stomach, hard and insistent.
His hand slides between my thighs. His two fingers push inside me, finding me soaking wet. Micah makes a rough sound of approval and adds a third finger, stretching me. The burn makes me bite down on his shoulder.
"Fuck, you're tight." His thumb finds my clit, circling while his fingers work deeper. "Going to feel so good wrapped around my cock."
He works me with focused intensity, reading the catch in my breath and the involuntary clench around his fingers, building pressure until I'm shaking, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Now." My voice comes out ragged. "Micah, I need you inside me now."
He withdraws his hand and grips my thigh, hauling my leg up around his hip. It opens me completely, and then he's there, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
One hard thrust and he's inside me.
The stretch burns, pleasure and pain blurring together. Too much, too fast, but exactly what I need. Micah holds still once he's fully seated, forehead pressed to mine, ragged breaths mingling with mine, giving me time to adjust to the invasion of his cock filling me.
His muscles tremble with restraint. Tension drawn tight in his frame broadcasts the effort it takes to stay still. But he waits, letting me adjust to the thickness of him splitting me open.
"God yes," I moan.
Control shatters. Micah pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. My shoulders hit the wall. Nothing gentle about the rhythm he sets. Nothing careful. Just raw need and years of grief finding release in the desperate connection of our bodies.
I meet him thrust for thrust, nails scoring down his back. Pain and pleasure blur together. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the analysis room along with my broken gasps.
His cock drives deep with each thrust, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The angle, the force, the way he's controlling my body with his strength makes my head spin.
"Look at me."
My eyes snap open, meeting his, dark and intense and focused entirely on me.
He drives in harder. Deeper. Relentless. The hand not gripping my thigh slides between us, thumb finding my clit and circling with exactly the right pressure while his cock pounds into me.
Pressure builds low in my spine, muscles coiling tighter with each brutal thrust. Everything focuses down to where we're joined, where his cock stretches me wide and his thumb works my clit with devastating precision.
The orgasm hits like a flashbang. My pussy clamps down around his cock, inner muscles pulsing as pleasure crashes through me in waves. I come so hard my vision whites out, Micah's name breaking from my throat in a sound that's half scream.
He fucks me through it, prolonging the pulses of pleasure, then his rhythm stutters, hips driving deep one final time as his own orgasm hits. His cock throbs inside me, the hot rush of his release filling me.
His face in that moment, guard dropped entirely, cracks open a place in my chest I'm not ready to examine.
We stay locked together for several heartbeats, foreheads pressed together, both gasping for air. Slowly, carefully, he lowers my leg back to the floor. My knees wobble and his arm locks around my waist immediately.
"I've got you," he murmurs.
The tenderness in his voice after the violence of what we just did makes my throat tight. I lean into him because my legs aren't quite steady and because I can. Because for the first time since he left, he's here and solid and real against me.
We sink to the floor, Micah pulling me across his lap. His fingers trace idle patterns on my shoulder while I try to remember how breathing works. We're on the analysis room floor, both of us naked, professional boundaries thoroughly incinerated.
I should probably care more about that.
"Sarah." His palm cups my face, turning me toward him, serious now. "This changes things."
"I know."
"We'll have to figure out how to make it work with operations, with missions that might separate us."
"I know that too." I meet his eyes steadily. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No." Immediate and certain. "Are you?"
I should. Tactical considerations say this complicates our effectiveness. But looking at him now, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, remembering the way he said my name like a prayer and a curse combined...
"No," I say. "No second thoughts."
Micah kisses me, slow and deep and entirely different from the desperation minutes ago. This kiss tastes like promises neither of us is ready to speak out loud. When he pulls back, his expression makes my pulse skip.
"We should probably get dressed before someone needs the analysis room."
Reality returns. We're still on an active operation. Reeve is still hunting. The Committee is still out there. But for these few stolen moments, none of that mattered.
We dress in comfortable silence, stealing glances that make my skin heat as we move. When Micah hands me my shirt, fingers linger on mine just long enough to make intention clear. Not done, not even close.
I'm pulling my boots on when my tablet chimes from the desk where I left it earlier. Micah tenses immediately, hand moving toward the weapon he's not wearing. Operator instincts don't turn off.
I cross to check the notification. Encrypted message from Cross's network. Priority flagged.
Cold slides down my spine as I read.
"What is it?" Micah's already at my shoulder, reading over me.
"Intelligence leak identified." My voice sounds hollow. "Committee's SIGINT operation intercepting our external communications."
His jaw tightens. "How long?"
"Months." I scroll through Cross's data. "Maybe longer."
"And Reeve?"
I pull up the second attachment. Surveillance intercepts, location data, search pattern analysis. Each piece of information lands like a punch to the gut.
"He's narrowed his search grid." My fingers move across the tablet, overlaying Reeve's pattern with Echo Base's actual location. The overlap makes my blood run cold. "We're inside his radius."
His hand finds my shoulder, grip tight enough to ground. "How close?"
"Close enough."
We stand there for a moment, the warmth of what just happened between us cooling rapidly in the face of operational reality. The Committee knows too much. Reeve is too close. And we're running out of time to stop both threats before they converge on Echo Base.
"Kane needs to see this," Micah says quietly.
"Yeah." I close the files and look up at him. "He does."
Micah's hand brushes mine in the corridor as we head toward Kane and Willa's quarters. Brief. Deliberate. Then we're at their door, and the threat we're about to wake them with wipes away everything else.