Page 40 of The Secret
“I didn’t get it.” His voice was calm in my ear. “I understand now.”
“Get what? Understand what? Getoff.” I tried to elbow him in the ribs, tried to squirm away, but his entire body was pushing against me and I had no leverage. He grabbed my wrists and pinned those against the cold metal, too.
“I know a thing or two about feeling like something is taking over your brain,” Micah said in my ear. The fucker didn’t even sound out of breath, despite my flailing, and it shouldn’t have been possible, because I was nearly his size, but I was stuck to the refrigerator like a goddamn magnet. “Like, for example, when I found myself asking this pain in theassto come and work for me, even though I wanted him anddidn’t want to want him.”
Then he rubbed his erection against the top of my ass.
I had no clue what was going on right now. My cock didn’t seem to care. My erection, which had nearly died away a few minutes ago, came roaring back to life.
“I wanted you to talk, because for some reason it matters that you trust me.” Micah’s breath was hot against my ear. “But that’s what this is, isn’t it? You came to mebecauseyou trust me.”
My heart wentskip-thump-skipand my breathing picked up like I was running when I hadn’t moved a muscle. His fingers twitched against my skin and his chest pressed against my side.
“What do you need, Constantine?” he demanded, his voice low and intent.
I looked over my shoulder and found his eyes, those laser-beam eyes, focused right on me, reading the truth before I could even utter it. “I don’tknow,” I whispered miserably.
Micah nodded once. He spun me around and pressed me against the refrigerator once again. The metal was cold against my back, even through my shirt, and I sucked in a ragged breath. In one fluid movement, Micah grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the door above my head, while his knee shoved between my thighs, pushing my legs apart.
“You stay right there,” he warned.
“What? No.” I struggled against him. “This isn’t—”
“You stay,” he growled again, pushing my wrists harder. “Where I put you. And for once, do as I say.”
“Fuck. You.” I yanked against his grip, which was iron-hard, and ignored the pleasant swoop in my belly. “I’m not achild.”
“You’re not a child,” Micah agreed. “But you’re gonna listen to me, and I’m gonna take care of you. And then we’re gonna talk.”
He bit at the hinge of my jaw and my back bowed off the fridge in helpless arousal. My cock was rock-hard, harder than I could ever remember it.
“I want to be fucked,” I insisted. “Hard and fast. That’s what I want. To get out of my head for a minute.”
“To be used up?” Micah demanded. “For me to use you to get off?”
“Yes! Yes, exactly,” I nearly sobbed in relief. “Exactly like that. Rough and messy. Right now.”
Micah transferred my wrists to one hand and shifted his weight so he was leaning against me, trapping my right leg between both of his. His free hand gripped my chin and his thumb dragged back and forth over my mouth, catching on my bottom lip.
“This mouth,” he whispered. “This mouth isindecent. The shit you say to me, Constantine. The way you tease. I’ve wanted to slap this mouth. I’ve wanted to kiss this mouth.”
I whimpered and darted my tongue out to wet my lips, wetting his thumb not-so-accidentally in the process. His pupils dilated, and he ground against my hip in a slow circle, letting me feel his hardness, but otherwise didn’t move. His thumb kept brushing against my mouth until every single nerve ending was standing at attention, every electron in every molecule in every cell of my skin waschargedand waiting to combust.
“Come on,” I whined. “Micah, for God’s sake, do something.”
Micah smiled a little and shifted his fingers back to my hair.
“Dosomething?” he repeated, like he was tasting the words as he spoke them. “I think Iamdoing something. I’m appreciating you. I’msavoringyou, Constantine. Nice and slowly. And I’m making you take it.”
He gripped my hair in his fist and forced my head to the side, baring my neck, and ran his teeth over the tendon he exposed.
“Ahhh!” My hips punched into the air, seeking friction where there was none to be found.
“You might have noticed, I’m not twenty-four. I’ve learned to take my time, to enjoy things. You need something, baby? I’m gonna give it to you. But I told you, I’m not one of your anonymous fucks. You’re gonna knowexactlywho you’re with, every minute. This is going to happenmy way, or it’s not going to happen at all. You decide. Right now.”
He licked a path from my collarbone up to my ear and gnawed lightly at the lobe. I squeezed my eyes shut and nearlycriedfrom frustration. I bit my over-sensitized lip and whimpered.
I needed more action and less thought. More speed and less savoring. Already, I could feel my anger morphing, twisting, becoming something less like a fire and more like a flood, and I didn’t know how to hold it back. When he actually put his hands on me, I thought I might drown in the riptide.
