Isabel sucked in a breath and shifted in her seat. Visions flashed in her mind from the night before, and she struggled to keep still. So much for making sure what happened between them was a one-night thing. The way he growled out the end of his sentence made her wet in places she wouldn’t want to admit to anyone other than him.
“What am I going to do with you, Izzy? I have no idea how I’m going to sit across from you in meetings all day and not think of the way you shake under my touch.”
Isabel starting pulling at the scarf at her neck. It was getting difficult to breathe. She pulled it away and unbuttoned the top button of her black chiffon blouse she had worn. Micah got up from his desk and came to her. His scent as he got near was intoxicating. Memories of their shower assaulted her as he reached for the collar of her shirt and pulled it away.
“Mine,” he whispered as she stared up at him. The feeling of his finger as he stroked the bruise on her neck caused a small moan to escape. “I hate that you covered my mark.”
“I thought you wanted me to,” she said in a hushed voice.
“Wanted you to? Never. Needed you to, was more like it. Tonight, when you get home, I want you in those tiny sleep shorts and a tank top. I want to see my marks on you, all of them.”
His finger traced the top of her blouse while he looked down at her with a frenzied gaze. Micah’s eyes were a light gray that darkened when he was angry. She learned last night they also darkened when he was aroused and right now they were darker than she had ever seen. Keeping her hands to herself was proving difficult. From where she sat, she could easily take his cock out of his trousers and provide him with the relief he so clearly needed.
“Don’t look at me like that, Izzy, or I won’t be able to walk away.”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and winced at the pain it provided. The line between pain and pleasure blurred and when she tasted a tinge of blood, she nearly lost it. Micah reached for her lip and, as his thumb approached her mouth, she let it free. He was gentle but deliberate when his middle finger brushed her there before he plunged it into her mouth.
“That’s mine too,” he said as she opened for him and sucked hard, closing her eyes in the process. “Yes, that mouth of yours will do me well tonight.”
He leaned forward as she continued to suck on him and whispered, “That’s a good girl.”
The whine that escaped her would have been embarrassing in front of anyone other than Micah. In front of him, she had nothing she wanted to hold back. She’d give him everything just to hear those sweet, sweet words of affirmation.