I stifle a moan, holding my breath, when he drags his index finger over my slick heat. His grin widens as he runs his finger down my soaked folds. He knows, and I know, that the second he handed me the note I became wet for him. I exhale deeply when his finger enters me. And I can’t fight the moan when a second finger joins the first, moving slowly in and out, dragging sensations out of me. His eyes dance when he begins shifting his fingers faster now, and I don’t know how he makes this feel so good. It’s intense and incredible, somehow building more and more as the seconds pass.
“How about the sign I requested?”
His voice is steady, but I can’t think. I slap a hand over my mouth, a loud moan threatening to escape, as he is moving his fingers even faster now. Heaviness fills deep inside me, loosening my muscles and then tightening them a second later. He begins thrusting his fingers now, harder and harder, up and down. I reach for his wrist with both hands as the sounds coming from my body are loud enough I fear the person on the phone might hear. His eyes snap to mine and narrow.
With one of his hands, he takes my two from his wrist and moves them onto my stomach, pinning them down firmly, silently telling me to stay put. Then his fingers return, thrusting inside me, moving in and out, until my jaw goes slack and a soft moan breathes from my mouth.
“Good.” He increases the speed and roughness of his fingers now. I’m clenching my hands into fists and lifting my bottom off the chair, when he calmly adds, “Go ahead with that plan.”
My eyes are watering and I can barely see Micah standing there holding his phone. Nor can I hear a word he’s saying. All I can do is melt for him. My orgasm is rolling over me, again and again, and I lose myself entirely, until I hear, “Yes, I’m here.”
When I become more aware, Micah’s smiling, a big wide grin at me. “I must have lost a connection,” he says into the phone, and I can only assume he put the call on hold, muting my noises over the last few seconds. He winks at me before he adds, “What did I miss?”
While he listens to whomever it is speaking, he lifts his fingers to his mouth—the fingers that had rendered me boneless—and his eyes shut when he drags them against his tongue. I’m still quivering, but now I think I’m shaking because of this. It’s like giving me pleasure gets him off. The way he touches me is so unselfish, so powerful. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted in a lover. And now I fully believe that Micah has forever ruined me for any other man.
No one can possibly compare.
With the same hand that he used to make me feel so good, he takes my chin in his grip, squeezes the flesh, and my lungs expand with deep, satisfied breaths. I love how he makes me feel like I’m being seen when he looks at me. It makes me feel important, sexy…he makes me feel special.
It does strange things to my belly and to my heart.
But it’s a statement, too. Because now I know this is his compromise, and that’s what he’s showing me. Business might happen and interrupt special moments between us, but I’ll never be forgotten and I’ll always come first.
Somehow that’s enough for me.
Chapter 12
Micah
Many hours later, I settle in beside the all-glass shower, wearing only my black workout pants, and lean against the vanity mirror above the sink. Staring at the closed bathroom door, I can’t put off the inevitable any longer. In order for me to forge ahead with Allie, I need to settle something first.
I reach for my phone inside my pants pocket and quickly scan my contacts, then I press Call.
The phone rings twice before I hear “Darius” through the speaker.
“It’s Micah,” I tell him, turning around to the mirror behind me, seeing the beads of sweat glistening on my torso, and feeling the dampness from Allie’s orgasm still on my sac. “Could we meet up tomorrow? I have something to discuss with you.”
A pause. Then, “Has something come u
p with Richardson?”
I thrust my hand through my damp hair, pushing the strands off my forehead. “It’s not about business and shouldn’t be discussed on the phone.” No, this needs to be discussed face-to-face.
“When and where?” Darius asks, voice full with wonder, which no doubt stems from my unexpected phone call.
“My house at noon.”
“See you then.”
I wait for Darius to hang up first and then turn off my phone for the rest of the night, giving Allie my time. I leave the bathroom and move into the bedroom, placing my cell on the nightstand table. Then, returning to Allie in the kitchen, I follow the light spilling into the hallway.
I find her sitting cross-legged in front of the refrigerator, a thin sheet around her torso hiding her skin from me. Obviously sensing me, she glances up; her cheeks are still flushed, her lips a little swollen from my kisses. “Is everything okay?” she asks.
I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but her ability to see through me is what makes her so special. “It will be,” I reply, dropping down next to her on the cool ceramic floor.
Soft blues music is coming from the iPod player in the living room, the only light is from the open refrigerator, and my focus is on this intriguing woman who makes me want to do strange things. “Is this a usual habit for you?” I ask her.
“Well, no.” Her long dark hair trails over her bare shoulders when she grabs a piece of cold broccoli from the take-out container of cashew chicken. “This isn’t a usual habit for me. I typically would warm up our food.” She takes a small bite and then smiles. “But you’re to blame. Four orgasms have left me hungry and this is what you get.”