Page 34 of Hard Rock Temptation
“Kay?” Micah prompted, tightening his grip on my hip.
I shifted to face him, bringing my hand up to the nape of his neck and tangling my fingers into soft, dark strands. I’d always known Micah’s hair was soft, but this was a new experience. New, because those strands were now mine to touch intimately.
Micah was mine to touch, mine to savor, just as much as I was his.
I twisted my fingers through his hair with gentle strokes. Micah closed his eyes and tilted his head toward my palm with a pleased noise. I took in every individual eyelash, dark, long and as pretty as a girl’s. I took in the smooth, relaxed brow, no furrows or lines to be seen. I took in the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones, the fullness of his lips.
My core was overheating with a wanton need. I picked up the laptop that had been resting on my thighs and decisively set it down on the coffee table with a clacking sound. I went back to sifting Micah’s dark hair through my fingers.
“I think I want that reward now,” I whispered.
The corners of Micah’s mouth curled up into a smile and, without opening his eyes, he pulled me down. Our lips met sweetly, trading soft, tender kisses back and forth until I felt nearly drunk on them. Our soft breathing was the only sound in the room, growing heavier with every second.
And then Micah tangled a hand in my hair, pulled me forward, and plunged his tongue into my mouth, hot and insistent, demanding my utter surrender. I moaned at the shift in mood, melting against him, giving him what he wanted, handing over all control and letting him set the pace.
His lips devoured mine, giving and taking with equal abandon. My mind scattered into a dozen directions, unable to grasp onto a single thought aside from an internal chant ofyes, yes, yes. We kissed until I was breathless, until my nerve endings were tingling, and I had to pull away with a gasp.
Micah used his light grip on my hair to guide my head until it was tipped back so he could rain warm, wet kisses down my throat. My entire body trembled as I reveled in the hot swipe of his tongue against my sensitive skin. Then he grazed his teeth across my collarbone and I moaned out loud.
“So, exactly what sort of reward do you want?” Micah murmured.
“This,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. “This is good. This is perfect.”
“Only this?” He bit down lightly and I jolted from the pleasure-pain. “I’m sure your imagination can come up with something more than just this.”
“I can think of a hundred different things, if you really want to insist on it.”
“Give me one.” His lips left my skin to whisper into my ear. “Tell me one thing you want me to do to you right now.”
I let out a whimper at that low voice, deep and seductive. My mind raced, trying to pinpoint one specific action to request. Micah wanted to take things slow, but I was ready for more. What would be an appropriate compromise?
With slow, deliberate movements, I took one of Micah’s hands and brought it to the waistband of my shorts. There was a cute bow tied at the front. I carefully plucked at one of the ends tountie the knot, letting the two ribbons fall open. I took Micah’s hand and inched his fingertips under the waistband of my panties.
“Touch me,” I breathed. “Touch me here.”
“Fuck, Kay—” He grunted in my ear and let his hand slip downward, until the tip of his middle finger brushed against my most sensitive spot.
My hips bucked up and I nearly slid off Micah’s lap. He steadied me with a hand on my thigh. I twisted around to clutch at his shoulders and buried my head in the crook of his neck. He ignored that spot for now and kept going lower, swiping two fingers between the valley of my legs.
“You’re already wet,” he groaned. “You want it this much?”
“I wantyouthis much,” I choked out, tightening my hold on him.
He let out a sharp breath and let his fingers glide back and forth, exploring my folds with gentle precision.
“I wanted to go slow,” he said, not sounding the least bit guilty.
“Any slower and I’m going to go crazy.” I tilted my hips upward, grinding up into his hand. “Please, touch me.”
He finally gave in to my plea and brought his fingers to the nub at the apex of my thighs. My whole body jolted as a spike of pleasure ran through me.
“Kay, look at me,” Micah said.
I lifted my head and met his gaze. His expression was intense with a singular focus. His eyes stared into mine as he stroked in circles with just the right amount of pressure.
“Ah!” I cried out, eyes falling shut.
“Look at me,” he demanded again, his fingers stilling.
