Page 80 of Hard Rock Temptation
Then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he let out a sigh and an indulgent smile. Desperate hope sprung in my chest as the acid receded. He took slow steps across the room until he was close enough to wrap his arms around me. My heart leaped as tears stung the back of my eyes.
“I understand,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face in my hair. “I do. After the last few weeks, I really do understand.”
The elation buzzing through my veins was tampered by confusion. What had changed? He’d been so upset, so unable to look at things from my point of view.
I was about to ask him when he continued speaking.
“I’d always known your mother was a piece of work, but now…” He grunted in ire.
My mother? Oh no.
I pulled back from Micah’s embrace, dread overtaking any sense of joy at our reunion.
“What happened?” I asked warily.
“It’s easier to show you.” He took out his phone and turned it to face me. The entire screen was taken up by texts. Texts from my mom. I flicked my finger to scroll through them, eyebrows raising the longer I had to flick, message after message after message.
“Wow,” I said, not entirely surprised. “And here I thought she only blew upmyphone when she was mad.” I looked up from the screen to meet Micah’s eyes. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with her.”
“And I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with her on your own for so long,” Micah said regretfully. “She’s been saying some really unhinged stuff. I get it now. I get why you didn’t want to have her anywhere near the band. I wish you had come to me, but…” Micah tipped my chin up to we could lock eyes. “I understand. And I forgive you.”
I swallowed hard and buried my face in his chest before he could see the tears fall, but my breath hitched with a liquid sob, givingme away. Micah made a soothing noise and ran a hand through my curls.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “We’re okay.”
I shivered, both from the tickle of his lips against my hair and from the comforting words.
“I love you, Kay,” he continued, louder now, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t want anything to get between us again. I want every part of you to be mine, just like I want to give you every part of me in return. I want you by my side. I won’t let anything break us apart.” The tone of his voice was fierce, and devoted. “I want you to be mine, forever.”
My heart jumped at the admission and my body began to tremble, from both relief and bliss.
“I want to be yours.” I squeezed him tight, making my tone just as fierce, just as devoted. “Forever.”
I lifted my head to meet Micah’s eyes. They were lit with a simmering hunger. From the twitching of his fingers pressed against my lower back I knew he was fighting to suppress those wild urges he had talked about before, the kind of urges that he thought might scare me.
But the only thing I felt was an answering desire rising up inside me, a throbbing in my core.
I knew exactly what thoughts were running through his head, and I wanted every one of them to manifest into reality.
“Don’t hold back.” I stood on my tiptoes and brought my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, stroking my hands up and down the soft hair at the back of his neck. “Take what you want.”
His eyes flashed dangerously.
“I want everything,” he said, low in his chest.
“It’s yours,” I told him. “Take it. Takeme.”
With a grunt he crushed his lips to mine almost painfully, prying them open with his tongue and thoroughly exploring my mouth.
I made a surprised sound in the back of my throat, but happily welcomed the firm press of his lips, the ferocity of his kiss.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he growled, leaving my mouth and trailing sucking kisses along my neck. “I want to devour every inch of you. I want to take everything you have to give me. I want to takeeverything.”
My belly clenched, both at his words and at his warm lips. I wanted the same. I wanted to be devoured by him.
Micah impatiently tugged me down onto the sofa with him, pulling me into his lap and positioning me until I was straddling his hips.
My skirt rode up and the bulge pressing against his jeans zipper rubbed against the thin fabric of my panties. I squeezed my thighs and bucked against him, trying to alleviate the ache. He stifled a low groan in the back of his throat.
