Wicked Innocence (Wicked Innocence 1) - Page 71

Spinning around, he threw me on the kitchen counter. I gasped as the freezing surface met my skin. His hands curled around my thighs as he pulled me toward him. I lay there waiting as he unzipped his jeans. His erection sprung out.

“Fuck,” he cursed, digging through his pockets. “Hold on.”

I laughed, covering my hand with my face as he disappeared. He came back a few seconds later, a condom in hand and a smirk on his face.

I groaned as he nudged my legs apart, dragging my panties down over my legs. He lined himself up and pushed inside of me. I gasped, my back arching as his length filled me.

“Oh yeah,” I cried, clutching onto the edge of the counter.

He growled, his fiery blue eyes not leaving mine.

“Harder,” I gasped, lifting my hips.

He answered by thrusting himself deeper and faster, eventually releasing. He groaned and hunched over me, his mouth hungrily kissing my breasts while he was still inside me.

“Come here,” he muttered, hoisting me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. He gently lay me down on the bed, lifting his shirt over his head. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them across the room. He lay down next to me and smiled.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he muttered, kissing my forehead. “I can’t fucking breathe without you. You’ve broken me, Micah.”

I closed my eyes and cuddled against his chest, desperate to make the most of this moment. Nothing had been resolved. He was still hurting, and I was still underage, but I had never felt closer to anyone than I did at that moment.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Micah

Rolling over, my hand slipped across the empty bed and I sighed. I sat up, using the sheet to cover myself. I was still in his bed, only he wasn’t there with me. Wrapping the sheet around me, I stood up and walked out of the room, making my way down to the living room. Silence greeted me.

Sighing, I poured myself a cup of coffee.

He was in love with me. Only we hadn’t really solved anything. I was still eight years younger than him. I still had no idea what we were…if we were even anything.

“Hello?”

My eyes widened as I realized Stace was letting herself into the house.

“Shit,” I muttered, setting my cup down. “Hold on!”

She rounded the corner and smiled at me. “Big night?” she asked, her voice dry.

I blushed and she laughed.

“Sax asked me to come over. He had some stuff to do.”

He asked her to come over? Now I was even more confused.

“Look,” she said, shifting on her feet. “I just want to come right out and say this. Sax told me everything. So if you want someone to talk to, I’m a really good listener.”

“Oh,” I said. I walked over to the sofa and slumped down onto the cushions. Everything? Who else had he told?

“Do you want to get dressed?” she asked, setting my coffee in front of me.

“Not really,” I admitted. I reached for the blanket covering the back of the sofa and wrapped it around me.

“Don’t be angry with him. He needed someone to talk to, that’s all.”

“Angry?” I laughed. “I’m not angry. I have no right to be angry…” I wasn’t sure what I felt. Embarrassed, maybe? After all, I’d lied to her too. I’d lied to everyone. “How is he? Sax?”

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