Chapter Two
Hayden
What the hell was I doing?
You’re having fun, and hopefully getting an orgasm at the same time, the voice inside my head declared. I imagined her as the devil on one shoulder and waited for the angel that was supposed to be on the other to speak up, but apparently, she’d taken a vacation.
I could feel Micah right behind me, the heat of his big, strong body pressing against my back as I swiped my keycard over the scanner. He reached around me the instant the lock beeped and the light turned green, twisting the handle and throwing the door to my hotel room open.
Nerves fluttered in my belly like leaves caught in a harsh wind as he used his weight to guide me into the room and closed the door behind us. At the sound of the lock clicking firmly into place I experienced a brief second of I’m not sure I can do this, but that fear faded as soon as he brushed my hair aside and started trailing his lips up and down my neck. My nipples tightened and my breasts grew heavy. My head fell back against his shoulder on a sigh while my lips parted to let out a low moan.
Every inch of my body felt like an exposed nerve as he snaked an arm around the front of me.
“Christ, you smell good,” he rumbled against my skin, sucking on the cord of my neck as he slipped his fingers into the loose neckline of my sweater and cupped my breast in his large hand. “Feel really fuckin’ good too.”
God, so did he. “Micah,” I said on a throaty whisper, twisting my neck so I could gain access to his lips. He didn’t make me wait. He fused his mouth to mine as soon as it was within reach, kissing me like he’d been starved for it. His tongue thrust in, stroking against mine as he spun me around and dug his fingers into my hair, gripping it and bending my head so he could get better access.
The kiss went from sizzling to downright electric in a blink. Lifting up on my toes, I fed deeper, tasting every inch of his mouth, getting off on the hoppy, tangy flavor left behind from the beer he’d been drinking.
I was so consumed with his taste, with the way he was running his hands over me like he couldn’t feel or explore enough, that I hadn’t realized he’d moved us until my back slammed into the wall.
For some strange reason, the impact made me burn even hotter. I moaned into his mouth and wound my arms around his neck, scratching my nails along his scalp as the kiss turned molten.
One of his arms came around me, his hand slipping down to palm my ass and give it a harsh squeeze that nearly bordered on painful. It was so strange, but instead of being turned off at the near-brutality of the touch, it sent fire blazing though my veins. I craved more.
My mouth disengaged from his and my head dropped back on a groan at the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans.
“You like that?” he asked, before pulling the lobe of my ear between his teeth and nipping.
“God, yes,” I answered as my body shuddered.
“You like it a little rough, Red?”
I never had before, or at least I didn’t think I had. But for some reason, the thought of Micah being a little rough with me made my clit tingle.
“Yeah,” I sighed before going back in, drawing his bottom lip into my mouth and giving it a little bite.
I swallowed his growl hungrily as he fisted my hair tighter, forcing my head back. His tongue flicked across my pulse, and there was no holding back my needy whimper.
When he pulled away his pupils were blown, his eyes looked nearly black with desire. “Fuck me,” he rasped. “You wet for me, baby?”
Fighting his grip on my hair and growing wetter at the slight sting in my scalp, I leaned into him and dragged my tongue across the seam of his lips, feeling like a completely different woman as I replied in a husky whisper, “Why don’t you find out?”
He didn’t have to be told twice. His hand at my ass moved fast as lightning, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving past the waistband. His fingers dove past my panties, pushing straight between my thighs to graze the most sensitive part of me. He let out a long groan as I sucked in a gasp at the feel of him begin to toy with me.
“Jesus, you’re soaked. So slick.” He hummed appreciatively. His middle finger found my clit and pressed down. “You need more?”
“Yes,” I hissed, circling my hips to get just that. More. “Please, Mi—” My words cut off on a sharp inhale when he drove two fingers deep inside me. “Oh, God,” I panted, rocking harder against his hand. “Yeah, Micah. Just like that.”
A cry of protest spilled past my lips when he pulled his hand away and took a step back, but before I could voice my displeasure, he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the slab of chiseled marble that made up his phenomenal chest and stomach.
“Holy shit,” I murmured on an exhale, all the air expelling from my lungs as I reached forward and dragged my nails down his sculpted pecs and defined abs. “You’re incredible.”
A low, rolling sound, like a combination of a purr and thunder, vibrated from his chest at my touch. I was so lost in my exploration of his physique that I was taken by surprise when he reached for the hem of my sweater and whipped it over my head. That sound came from him once again, and after brushing the hair from my eyes, I saw him staring at me like I was an ice cream cone on the hottest day ever recorded. I was suddenly glad I’d thrown out all my old underwear after the divorce and went on a spree, buying all new frilly, sexy bras and panties. As of that very moment, I considered it the best money I’d ever spent.
“Jesus, fuck,” he grated. “Your body’s a goddamn work of art.”
He was back on me in a heartbeat, popping the clasp on my bra and tossing it across the room. He palmed my heavy breasts, thumbing my painfully stiff nipples before bending down so he could suck the aching peak into his mouth . . . hard. The sting quickly gave way to pleasure that soaked my panties through. It had never happened before, but if he kept going, there was a very good chance I could come just from this.
“God, Micah,” I panted, grabbing his hair and holding him close as he switched to the other breast. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the outline of his erection behind his jeans. It was hard as steel, bigger than anything I’d felt before, and I wanted it more than I wanted donuts to contain no calories. “Need more.”
He shuffled me away from the wall toward the bed. A whoosh of air left my lungs when he pushed me back onto the mattress and made quick work of my boots and jeans, leaving me completely naked.
I had a fleeting moment of panic at the thought of this man, with his perfect body and flawless, masculine face, seeing my less than perfect body, but before self-doubt could begin eating away at me and ruin the moment, he rasped out a string of curses. “Jesus,” he grunted, almost as if he was speaking to himself. “Goddamn perfection.”
What the what!
“Micah,” I gritted, the desperation to get off making my whole body so tight I thought I might shatter. “Clothes. Off.”
He shot me a smirk that was downright decadent in all its cockiness, making him so damn hot I had to clench my thighs in search of relief.
The clink of his belt being undone filled the room, making my breathing accelerate. I pushed up on my elbows, my gaze riveted as he unzipped his fly and started pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his thick thighs. Saliva pooled in my mouth the instant he revealed his long, thick, painfully hard cock.