Page 56 of Psycho

I didn’t say anything, and neither did he for a moment.

Then he reached out his arms and lifted me up.

I let out a small squeak, caught off guard, and wrapped my arms around his neck before I thought about it.

He tightened his arms around me, and I tried to put some distance between us, but it was too late.

Micah pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot and walked inside. Panic entered me as he got closer to the bed, my throat feeling tight.

He deposited me on the soft mattress of the king-sized bed, and when I tried to push away, he climbed on the bed and quickly brought me back.

I shook my head. “No!”

He quickly subdued me, bringing me close to his side and under the covers, lying down on the mattress, his huge hand pushing against my belly and holding me still.

I could feel my heart pounding against him.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked, wriggling against him.

He squeezed me tightly against him.

“Sleeping.”

I paused. “Just sleeping?”

He grunted.

What the hell did that mean?

And why the hell did men grunt so much?

I slapped his chest, frustrated over his non-answer answer and manhandling of me.

He let out a small sigh, but before I could react, he moved again, pushing my legs apart and positioning himself on top of me.

I looked at him with wide eyes, trying to keep the panic from coming through, but it was hard, so hard, especially when I could feel him pressed up against me so intimately.

I shook my head as he rocked slightly, and I looked off to the side.

He let out a small groan.

“Micah.”

“Fuck, do you know how it feels to hear you say my name?”

I shook my head. I didn’t know, and I didn’t know why he was saying this.

I whimpered when he pressed his weight down against me again.

“Are you calm?” he asked.

I looked at him with incredulous eyes. “No.”

He smiled a little. “But you’re no longer thinking about anything but me on top of you, are you?”

“And how is this supposed to help?”

“Just focus on me.”

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