9. Avery
9
AVERY
I’m an idiot.
Why did I wait so long to let Micah Erikson out of the friend zone?
“I had a really good time tonight, Avery,” he says on our front porch. As though he’s dropping me off. It’s totally ridiculous since we both live here, but it’s also incredibly romantic.
Every little detail of this last-minute date he whisked together is over the top romantic. Dinner at my favorite restaurant in town: LaVelle’s . A stroll through the park holding hands and reminiscing about our time in the city and how glad we are that we moved here. The drive along a weather-beaten dirt road up the biggest mountain outside of town so I could take sunset photos. Stargazing in the bed of his truck once the sun disappeared beneath the horizon.
Admittedly, there’d been more making out than actual stargazing.
A wicked grin spreads across my lips at the memory. It’s the most fun I’ve had kissing a man. Ever .
And still, despite that, I’m anticipating this goodnight kiss like it’ll be our first. “I had an amazing time,” I tell him, giddy when he steps closer, erasing the gap between us. “I didn’t know you had such a romantic side.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he says, cupping my cheek and tracing his thumb along my jaw. I flatten my palm against his chest as he leans down, gently capturing my lips. I’ve been insanely wet for hours. Our make out session in the bed of his truck, though fun, was mostly above the waist. Despite my best efforts to get my hand inside his jeans.
“You want to come inside and show me?” I tease between kisses that are quickly turning inappropriate for this very open front porch. The residents of Daisy Hills are not exactly known for keeping to themselves, and with the way I’m suctioned to his face and fisting his shirt is a little hard to ignore.
But oddly, I don’t mind that we might be the talk of the town tomorrow.
I’m secretly thrilled.
“I don’t put out on the first date,” he says, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his blue eyes.
“So, you don’t want me to suck on your cock tonight?”
His eyes widen for a brief moment, then heat flashes in them. “I might be able to make an exception.”
“I thought you might.”
“But on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You have to be wearing one of my t-shirts. And nothing else.”
A thrill races through me. The only thing better than the way I feel wearing one of his shirts is knowing how much it turns him on too. “That can be arranged.”
“Then we better get inside,” he says, kissing me again.
“You don’t want to be a spectacle?” I tease.
“I’m the only one who gets to enjoy you in my t-shirt. No one else.” His possessive tone awakens something deep and primal inside me. As if my inner she-wolf needed any more encouraging. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him down to me, kissing him like it’s the only thing that matters. Our lips move in a hungry rhythm. I don’t realize I’m being carried inside until the door closes behind us.
If I wasn’t already a thousand percent turned on, I am now. The man lifted me like it was nothing. Just like he did with Henry. Fuck, he’s strong.
He sets me down, caging me against the front door. His hands roam my body greedily. Every touch—above fabric or under—scorches my sensitive skin in the most delightfully wicked way. Our bodies mold together, and there’s no secret about how badly he wants me. The evidence is pressed against my belly.
“About that t-shirt,” I pant between kisses.
“Not yet,” he insists, his fingers teasing the skin above the waistline of my leggings. I can’t decide what I want more—for him to move his fiery fingertips up or down. “I need to strip you first.”
“Here?”
“Why not here?” he asks, his lips nuzzled against the hollow of my neck.
“Oh, right. It’s just us.” For now . My gaze shoots to the door hiding a staircase. He’s spent all week preparing it for another roommate.
“Avery?” he asks, his voice vibrating against my collarbone as his hand moves upward beneath my shirt.
“Hmm?”
“Tonight, it’s just us. M’kay?”
“But—”
“No,” he says, framing my face with both hands. My boobs are a bit sad for the abandoned trail those hands were on beneath my shirt. But I quickly forget my train of thought when his intense blue eyes bore into mine. “Tonight, it’s just you and me. Nothing else matters. Got it?”
He might as well be a hypnotist, because I suddenly can’t seem to remember I was distracted with anything else but him. “Okay.”
This kiss is deep and enduring. It’s a promise. It’s also incredibly potent, because I’m not aware my clothes come off until he lifts my leg to his hip and slides his hand between my thighs. He rubs a thumb above the lace fabric of my panties, the friction driving me wild. My head falls back against the door, and Micah takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
In my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t have dreamed up a scenario this sexy.
I feel so desired.
When Micah hooks a finger inside my panties and tugs them to the side, I let out a moan. My pussy has been buzzing all day at the memory of his expert mouth. A single graze of his finger is nearly enough to make me come undone.
But Micah isn’t one for rushing.
He takes his time teasing me, gently dragging that finger through my folds as if on a leisurely mission of exploration. “You’re so fucking wet , Avery.”
“Yeah?” I say with a laugh. “So what are you going to do about it?”
A wicked gleam flashes in his eyes half a second before his gently stroking finger turns to savage pleasure. It all happens so fast—my panties ripped away, pussy lips spread wide, one finger, no two fingers, inside me, and his rough palm pressed against my clit. He’s hitting all my spots at once.
“Oh my—oh my— Micah !”
I explode.
I come so hard my other foot leaves the ground. Micah holds me upright with one merciless hand inside me and the other wrapped around the small of my arched back. My toes tingle, my bones vibrate, my blood sings. And god only knows what sounds are leaving my throat. I don’t hold back, because I don’t give a damn. Let the neighbors call the cops for a noise complaint. I dare them.
“That was fucking sexy, Avery,” Micah says, softly kissing my neck.
“Oh yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” he says, a laugh vibrating against my skin. “Want to do it again?”