Page 167 of Psycho

I couldn’t.

Not when he burrowed his fingers deep inside of me and began to move at a slow, steady pace, until I writhed on the mattress from the pleasure of it all.

I grabbed his wrist but didn’t pull away.

His eyes set in a challenge as if daring me to stop him.

I didn’t stop him.

He fingerfucked me harder.

My head rolled back, and I could only lie there and take in the sensation.

My leg shook from the burn of the muscle as he held it, pushing deeper inside me.

He curled his fingers against my front wall, and that was all it took.

I screamed out his name as I came, and Micah pulled out of me, pressing his fingers against my clit in circles, prolonging the orgasm.

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I pulledher into my arms once she rode out the orgasm and held her close, feeling my heart beating wildly inside my chest.

My heart’s reaction to her was becoming something I was quickly getting used to, even if I didn’t understand it.

Didn’t understand how out of all the things I’d done—experienced—it was the time with her that made it react the way it did.

In a way, I had come to crave it, even if it did mess with my mind a little.

She buried her face in my chest, snuggling in closer to me, looking to me for direction after coming back from such a vulnerable experience.

I fucking loved it.

It had been a while since I’d felt like I was needed.

Since Roman became a man of his own and didn’t want me standing in the shadows protecting him, even if that was what I had done, with and without his knowledge.

But it was different with Lainey.

She needed me as much as I needed her, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

When we were a little calmer after that mind-blowing experience, I stood up from the bed, heading toward the bathroom.

When I carried her up in my arms, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me in closer to her, those animated green eyes of hers on me.

It seemed the more time I spent with her, the harder it became for her to hide her thoughts and feelings from me, because right now, I could fucking see everything.

Fuck me, but I was greedy, and this wasn’t enough.

I didn’t want to just read her thoughts and feelings as well as I could read my own.

I wanted to fucking own it all.

And I would not stop until that was the case.

I set her down on the cold counter, bare bottom and all, and she flinched slightly from the cold.

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