Page 109 of The Darkest Chase

“Just wait, sweet girl.” Another kiss brushes my forehead, then down the bridge of my nose before feathering over my lips. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.” He stops, though, going tense. He drops his head to rest his brow to mine, eyes closing as he curses. “…fuck. I don’t have any condoms.”

“Oh. I don’t either.” Disappointment sweeps through me—but then I catch a breath, biting my lip, touching his stark cheekbone. “Micah, I’m on the pill.”

It was just a formality when I never really dated.

My doctor said it would help with the steroids in my inhaler and the effect they have on my hormones, but it never really felt necessary before.

Now, as hope blooms in my chest, I’ve never been more glad.

Micah pushes himself up sharply, staring down at me.

“Yeah? No shit?” His gaze is almost greedy, a wild question flicking in his eyes.

It takes all my courage to answer.

“I want to,” I whisper.

God, if I wasn’t already sweltering, I’d probably detonate with the blush ripping through me.

Micah’s smile returns, but there’s more—a warmth in his eyes, melting their glacial ice. He leans down and kisses me, then nips my upper lip.

“Dirty girl.”

I shudder, leaning into him. “I just want to feel everything my first time. Nothing between us.”

“Happy to oblige.” His body settles on mine, his fingers skimming down, tracing fresh warmth over my skin before I hear the jingle of his belt buckle.

The rasp of his zipper.

And his mouth comes down on mine as the rest of his clothes fall away.

I crumble at the sensation of his heat and my own words given back against my lips.

“…nothing between us. Are you ready for this dick?”

I’m lost.

Lost for speech.

Lost for thought.

Lost for breath.

Lost for anything but the feeling of my body tangled with Micah’s, the way his kiss guides me, shows me how to arch, how to spread my legs so we fit together.

His cock presses against me, totally ravenous.

The tremor of anticipation tears me apart before he’s even in me.

Our tongues twine together.

My body goes liquid.

Another split second of hesitation right before his entire muscular frame tenses under my palms, barely held in check like a beast straining on its leash.

“Yes?” he whispers, all animal. “Shortcake, fucking tell me.”

“Yes!” I hiss back, giving him permission.

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