Chapter 12
Twelve
RHEA
Y our turn.
I was dragged—pleasurably—from my dreams by Micah’s head between my legs.
One of those big ass hands of his was planted on my thigh, keeping me open for him while one, two fingers from the other hand slid into my pussy. I kept my eyes closed, shutting off that sense in favor of focusing on the others.
The lingering scent of his body wash from the shower we’d shared in the wee hours of the morning.
The fusion of fresh pineapple from room service, tequila from the minibar, persisted on my tastebuds even though it had been hours.
The echoes of his little sounds of enjoyment played first in my head, and then audibly.
The deliciously hot friction of his tongue on my clit, sucking me into a damn frenzy at an embarrassing pace.
I was so easy.
But only for him.
Which was why I’d never been more grateful to have an ability to read minds.
Reading minds meant I could see intentions, which wasn’t as foolproof of a defense against bad shit as one might think. Plenty of times, people didn’t mean to do awful things, to hurt you, plenty of times they truly wanted the best.
They just didn’t actually have the capacity to see it through.
That wasn’t the case with Micah. I already knew, in a way I’d never known before.
There was this… certainty now, that was honestly a little scary, but also… relieving.
Scary, yes, but also safe .
Not just physically, or carnally, but internally.
Eternally .
My eyes popped open.
Eternally was crazy.
Or… was it?
This was the first time I’d encountered someone with a similar gift to mine; meeting Isolde had been a different kind of joy, one of not being “weird” alone.
This though, with Micah… it was almost like the completion of a circuit. I was seeing the past and present, he was seeing the future.
We… matched.
Reflected.
So… yeah, actually, this newfound connection wasn’t something I was going to let go of.
Not easily.
“ Ahhhhh! ” slid out of me as Micah’s fingers hooked into the spot he’d teasingly designated my detonation button, dragging my attention back to the matter at hand.
Combined with what he was doing with his mouth, my scream was loud enough to ring through the room, sending pure satisfaction just radiating through Micah’s cocky ass.
I was still trembling when his head popped up, and he was still wearing a smug grin as he wiped his face.
Who the fuck you still trying to be mad at?
I rolled my eyes, turning away to suppress a grin as he settled between my legs.
Was I actually still trying to be mad?
Of course not.
But I was very curious as to if he’d try to prove some point.
“That scream… sounded a lot like ‘I forgive you’ to me,” he said once his face was right in line with mine.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh.”
“No?” he replied, eyebrow raised as he hooked my thighs around his waist. Seconds later, I was squirming, arching, a gasp getting stuck in my throat as he sank into me. “What about now?” he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Hell yes,” I whispered, tightening my legs around his waist to pull him even closer.
His hips rocked and we both moaned. “Is this the key? I can get a yes out of you when I’m inside you?”
Shit.
Maybe he was on to something, because any inclination to be contrary had disappeared as soon as he filled me up. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he rolled his hips again.
Slow.
Deep.
“Ask me again when you’re not making my toes curl,” I managed to answer as he stroked again.
He chuckled, choking on it halfway through as I clenched around him.
A fresh surge of amusement—and pleasure—rushed through him, and he dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me hard as he really started moving, fucking me harder, deeper.
My body moved with his, meeting him with every stroke. I was taking everything he gave and still, somehow, feeling greedy for more.
And he gave it.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
“You feel that?” he whispered against my neck, as his hips locked into mine, grinding deep. “I… fuck , I can feel you… pulling at me? Your mind…”
“What?” I gasped. “Are you sure it’s not?—”
“No, not like usual. You weren’t in my head… I was in yours.”
He’d stopped moving—still buried to the hilt—to look me in the face, eyes full of wonder.
Finish fucking me, then we’ll talk.
Micah grinned, then his expression dropped into something mischievous.
A moment later, he was moving again, with even more vigor.
“Heard you ,” he grunted into my ear.
And of course, I understood, but he was giving me no space to process that, only his dick.
There’d be time to unpack the insanity of him being in my head later, but right now?
All I could do was hold on as Micah indeed fucked me like he had something to prove, like that little pause had unlocked something primal in him.
He was smooth with it, and relentless, dragging whimpers and moans and gasps and praises and adulations out of me like it was nothing to him. It was so effortlessly good I had to literally bite my tongue to keep the words “ I love you ” from spilling out of my mouth.
Because… be so for real.
“Fuck that,” Micah panted, hands planted on either side of me. “Say it anyway.”
I blinked, disoriented. “Say what?”
“That you love me.”
“You heard that?!”
“Sure did.”
I stared up at him, mouth open, caught somewhere between mortification and disbelief as he gave me that same cocky, unhinged grin, sweat dripping from his brow, chest rising and falling from the work he was putting in.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” I muttered.
“You shouldn’t have thought it while I was still inside you,” he shot back, giving me a deliciously deep stroke that made it even harder to think. “Now you know what it’s like. So… say it.”
My back arched on instinct, toes curling as he hit that spot again, pulling a moan out of me that sounded dangerously close to a yes.
“Micah…”
“I don’t love you, not yet,” he said, never missing a stroke. “But I will. I need to know if the same is true for you.”
My nails sank into his back as he kept moving, and I met his gaze, verbally giving him the answer I wouldn’t be able to keep him from knowing anyway.
“I could,” I admitted. “I already love it here, so…”
Micah chuckled. “Good.”
Then he gripped my hips, locked his mouth onto mine, and fucked me straight into the orgasm we’d been flirting around.
When we came—damn near at the same time—it was quiet after.
Heavy breathing.
Trembling limbs.
Micah dropped his forehead to my shoulder, still inside me, still catching his breath as I ran a hand down his back.
I… shit.
I really did love it here.
In his arms.
In his space.
In this moment.
Micah finally moved to pull out, but then immediately wrapped himself around me from behind as we lay together on our sides, like it wasn’t even a second thought.
“You good?” he asked, planting a kiss on my shoulder.
With my hands draped over his, I nodded. “Better than good.”
“We still need to talk?”
“We should.”
He groaned, grabbing my thigh to squeeze. “That sounds like you’re about to kill the vibe.”
“I’m not,” I laughed, turning a bit to look at him over my shoulder. “I’m just saying… we need to figure out what this is. Like… us.”
“It’s a start,” Micah replied, no hesitation.
“A start?”
“Yeah. That’s all,” he assured. “Listen… I know what it’s going to be, but I’m not trying to rush past any part of it. I don’t have to, because I already know.”
I turned even more—all the way around, so I could study him—this man who could see the future but didn’t try to control it. A little smirk worked up to my lips as I pulled the sheet over me.
“You sound like my grandmother,” I told him. “Don’t trip and fall running to what’s already heading in your direction. Anytime somebody was trying to get her to move faster, she would always say that.”
Beside me, Micah grinned. “Wise woman.”
“Very much so,” I agreed. “If she were here, she would really get a kick out of… this. Out of you,” I said. “She didn’t even need to touch somebody to know their business; she was that powerful.”
His eyebrows went up. “So you inherited your gift from her?”
“From my mother, but that’s who she got it from.”
“So it’s in you through and through, and a blessing to know exactly where it came from,” he said.
“I wouldn’t say exactly . We don’t know why or how it came to be… just that it is ,” I explained. “Like this thing between us now, I guess.”
He grinned. “Us? So you’re accepting it now?”
“I… kinda think I have to.”
We didn’t need to name it.
Not yet.
But we’d claimed it.
That was enough for now.