Page 90 of Psycho

And apparently, he was one of those men who looked good no matter how he wore his facial hair.

I tried to pull away from him a bit, but he brought me back to him until our eyes locked.

I lost my balance and went up on my knees, bringing us to eye level, his stare even more intense than it had been before. My hands fell to his shoulders and held on tightly there.

I swallowed.

“Micah.”

I wasn’t sure if I had said his name in protest or something…else.

Something dark and dangerous and insane.

Something desperate.

“Micah.”

His eyes flared.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in further until the front of my body pressed up against him.

My eyes widened as fear took hold, but before I could really say anything, he slammed his lips against mine.

I whimpered from both the pain and somethingforeign.

Memories surfaced from the last time we kissed.

So not so foreign.

I tensed against him as he molded his lips against mine, and I didn’t know what to do.

Should I push him away or, or…

Or kiss him back.

I couldn't possibly kiss him back, could I?

His hands moved down until they cupped my butt cheeks, and he moved me in until my clit rubbed against him.

Oh, God.

He moved my hips, pressing me up and down on his hardness, and lights twirled around behind my closed eyelids.

He moved my hips again and again, and fuck, again.

My whole body trembled, and I didn’t know what was happening.

Another new emotion took hold, this one unknown.

I pulled away from the kiss.

“Micah—”

“I fucking love it when you say my name,” he growled, scaring me even more.

Scaring me, and yet…

I wasn’t pulling away.

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