Page 127 of Psycho

Looking at Micah, I didn’t think that was the case, but I couldn’t help but wonder, especially since my one and only relationship had been with Garrett. Even if I wouldn’t call what Micah and I had arelationship—still, he had done it with me.

“Ask me,” he said mildly, and as usual, his voice gave nothing away.

It wasn’t like I could talk, considering how hard I had worked to be closed off with him since he brought me to his home, but it was getting harder and harder for me to keep up the façade, while he still looked the same.

“Just club business?”

He cupped my cheek until I was looking at him, his eyes assessing mine as if he was trying to read into my soul.

He looked hard enough, and he might just be able to do that.

I tried to pull away, but he firmed his grip.

I shot him a disgruntled look, and a small smile graced his lips as he watched me.

“Just club business,” he confirmed, and though he didn’t come outright and say it, it still made me feel better.

I looked down and nodded a little.

He let go of my cheek and cupped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in close until I could feel the breath he exhaled out on my face.

I looked up and met his eyes just as he closed the space between us and took my lips in his, kissing me sweetly, gently.

It was so sweet, I didn’t want it to end.

I followed his lips when I felt him pull away, and he let out a small noise that sounded almost like a growl before he went back and kissed me harder.

Fuck.

I gripped the front of his shirt and opened my mouth without prompting, letting him deepen the kiss by delving my tongue inside and tasting him.

I whimpered and kissed him harder.

I didn’t want him to leave.

The thought surprised me so much that I ended up tensing in his arms, and he pulled away from me.

He swiped his thumb beneath my bottom lip, his silver eyes nearly dark.

“Fuck me, but you make it so hard to leave.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him not to leave. Whatever it was that he had to do for the club, he could delegate it to someone else, couldn’t he?

My hands moved down and rubbed up against his hard-on without thinking.

I pulled away when he let out a hiss of air as if he was in pain.

But then Micah seemed to have come alive in my arms when he grabbed both of my wrists and held them up near my head. I flexed my muscles, testing out the movement, but found I couldn’t move.

He kissed me once more, this one rougher and harder than the first one. It almost hurt.

I whimpered against him, and he used the other hand and groped at my breast.

Fuck.

My breath got stuck in my throat when I felt his thumb swipe over my nipple as he kissed me harder.

I arched toward him and tried to move my hips, trying to find that hard friction between us that I knew would get me off.

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