Page 91 of The Secret
I groaned as I flopped back down again and rubbed my eyes. “I only got home from the station six and a half hours ago and I have to be to work at eight-thirty.”
“You’ve got a little over an hour. Coffee’s ready.” He stood up again and for the first time, I managed to focus on the gorgeous man in front of me. He was naked from the waist up, and tiny droplets of moisture still clung to his shoulders from his shower, makingmeshiver in the chilly morning air, though Super Micah seemed impervious to it as he stood in front of the closet, rifling through his shirts.
Of all the naked men I’d seen, there were very few who looked as good from the back as they did from the front. And yes, that was not the kind of thought I’d share out loud with anyone, not even Micah, but it was really fucking true. There was something about those broad shoulders and the finely rippling muscles, the little freckles and the ridges of his spine, that I freakin’ adored. And I wasn’t shy about telling him so, especially when I topped him.
“You could come back to bed,” I said, kicking off the blanket and stretching out fully. “Wake me up properly.”
Micah glanced at me over his shoulder, a knowing little smile toying at his mouth. “Your back fetish amuses me to no end.”
“Hey!” I tried to inject some outrage into my tone, which was difficult given the way my cock was tenting my boxers at the sound of Micah’s voice. “It didn’t seem toamuseyou in the middle of the night when I was fucking you into this mattress.” I slapped the mattress in question and wiggled my eyebrows in a hopeful sort of way. “Remember, I spent three hours out in the cold, busting a bunch of hardened teenagecriminalswho were drinking out at the campground?”
“And one of the teenagers vomited on your shoes, and you knew karma was real,” Micah recited. “And I thanked you for your service, keeping the mean streets of O’Leary safe from sixteen-year-olds with Boone’s Farm apple wine. I remember.” His eyes heated and they trailed down my naked chest to my cock like a physical touch.
“They were myfavoriteshoes, Micah.” I batted my eyelashes. “You could thank me again.”
He licked his lips… then closed his eyes with a groan.
“Ican’t. I have a meeting. Meet and greet at the Scarlet Maple with a bride and groom and I can’t be late.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as me and I took pity on him, flinging the blanket back over myself.
“Okay, okay. I’m being good. It’s safe to look again.”
But Micah’s eyes remained closed as he turned back to the closet. “Nope. If you think it’s just yourcockthat gets me excited when you’re practically naked in my bed, you’ve missed the point entirely.”
Now what the hell was I supposed to do with a comment like that? Besides have my heart nearly beat out of my chest and my mouth go dry, of course.
I cleared my throat. “Another meeting with the Valentine’s Day wedding woman? Wanting to check for the two-hundredth time that you haven’t forgotten her?”
Micah laughed over his shoulder again. “Nah. I’m meeting with a new potential client today. Besides, Marissa doesn’t set up meetings, she just calls at random hours of the day to check that I haven’t died and O’Leary hasn’t fallen into a sinkhole. She’s not the first nervous bride I’ve gotten. Your mom must see the same, all the time.”
“Happy to say I have nothing to do with that.” I turned so I could lean on my elbow and watch Micah watch the closet like he thought a shirt might jump at him. “Wear the green one. It’s lucky.”
Micah laughed again. “Pretty suregetting luckyin a shirt makes it myget luckyshirt, not my lucky shirt,” he informed me, even as he pulled the green button-down off the hanger and pushed his arms through the sleeves. “A subtle but important difference.”
I grinned lazily. “No shit. You’d betternotbe getting lucky today. At least not until I get home and you can make up for denying me this morning.”
Micah paused with his hands on the buttons of his shirt. “Home?”
“Oh.” I frowned. When had I started thinking of Micah’s little apartment as home? “Yourhome, I mean. Here. Tonight. If you’ll be… around.”
“You think I might not be aroundtonight, unlike every other night this week?” He resumed buttoning, that quirky little smile still on his lips. “And every night last week, too?”
“It hasn’t been that often.”Had it? I sat up, letting the comforter pool around my waist. “Shit.”
Micah laughed. “I’m not complaining, Constantine. Just observing.”
“I guess I should maybe go home tonight,” I said, thinking out loud. “Like, to myactualhome, where my mail gets delivered.”
“Don’t be crazy. It reallywasn’ta complaint.” Micah took a step toward the bed and pushed my shoulders until I fell back. He leaned over me, smelling like shampoo and coffee and everything I wanted. “Ilikethat you’re here. I want you to be here.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, because I couldn’tnotwhen he was this close, and pulled him down so I could feel his weight against my chest. I nuzzled into the spot under his ear. I sighed. “I like it, too. But…”
“But…” He pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned down at me. “What if someone notices? What if someone sees your car parked outside, or down at the station, a little too often? What if someone guesses the horrible truth?”
Fuck.
I’d been waiting for this for weeks. In fact, it was a goddamn miracle I’d been able to avoid the conversation this long.
I bit my lip and waited for the explosion.
