Slow Heat (28 page)

Her brother was wrong. That was all there was to it. How could Micah not exist?

Who are you?
she wanted to ask.

Micah lowered his mouth, sucked on her clit, and every inch of her trembled. Maggie gripped the blankets, bit her lower lip, and refused to look away from his sexy eyes. To hell with her brother and the rest of her family for doubting her judgment in men. She would figure out Micah Jones on her own time.

His head lowered and his tongue moved over her entrance, then soaked her asshole. Every time he licked or thrust his tongue inside her ass, sensations rippled through her unlike any she’d ever known.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” he asked.

She swallowed, his understanding sinking in. “No,” she whispered. His next question was on his lips and she beat him to the punch. “Not yet.”

Maggie swore his gaze fogged over. Something in his expression changed. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he adored her puckered, tight entrance.

It was the forbidden sex, the ultimate taboo. Bad girls gave blow jobs in alleys or fucked more than one guy at once. No one ever mentioned anal sex. The thought of it should terrify her. Maybe it was proof that everything she’d endured recently had truly sent her off her rocker. But Micah fucking her ass sounded hot.

The pressure that swelled inside her when his tongue flicked around her ass, then dipped inside sent her places she’d never known existed. Would she be able to handle the pressure if his dick entered her there?

As if he could read her mind, Micah opened his eyes and moved to his hands and knees over her. His incredibly muscular chest, with dark tight curls spanning across it, was in her face as he reached for the drawer next to his bed. Her attention riveted from one small scar to the next. He pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lubricant. She counted four scars before he moved again.

“If the sensations grow too intense let me know,” he whispered. “The gel should ease any pain. If this isn’t good for both of us, I don’t want to do it.”

Maggie simply watched him put on the condom then coat it with the lubricant without commenting. She didn’t know what to say. Her body was tingling with nervous anticipation. Her pussy throbbed and she was acutely aware of her ass from the sensual torture he’d administered so far.

From the moment she’d entered his home everything had been different than before. Their rough spontaneous sex up against his wall was so hot. She hadn’t minded that it hadn’t lasted long. It had been as if Micah couldn’t wait to see her. He’d been so excited he couldn’t hold out. Knowing she did that to him made her want him even more. And it hadn’t surprised her a bit that he’d still been hard. The entire time in the shower his cock had poked her with silent promises of what would come.

Micah adjusted his body over hers, and his cock immediately found her asshole. She stiffened when his swollen tip pressed against the tight hole.

“Relax,” Micah whispered.

“Easy for you to say,” she whispered back. “You don’t have to relax.”

He laughed again. Maggie had hardly ever seen him smile. Now twice since lying here with him he’d laughed out loud. The sound of it did something to her heart she couldn’t explain. She stared up at him, stretching her legs as his large body hovered over hers.

Micah didn’t put any of his weight on her. There were inches between their bodies, allowing her to look down between them and see his thick hard cock pressed between the curves of her ass. The view was so damn hot she sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs, and stared past her breasts at the closeness of their bodies.

Micah’s body was powerful, dark, and covered with sprays of coiled black hairs. Her gaze lifted and she spotted more tiny puckered scars on various places on his body. She wanted to kiss each one, experience the adventure and pain he’d known as he had received each one. By studying his body it was as if she got a peek into the story behind the man who was such a mystery. At the same time he was crawling into her heart. She lifted her gaze up his body and studied his face.

The moment she looked into his eyes Micah thrust inside her.

“Oh fuck!” Maggie latched on to Micah, possibly creating new scars he could stare at in the future to help him remember this moment. She dug in deep with her nails as too many nerves ignited in a fiery protest over the initial invasion.

“Breathe,” Micah whispered over her lips, then kissed her softly. “Kiss me back,” he instructed.

His voice hovered in a dark, lust-filled cloud stretching past her line of sight. He penetrated her, and a heat unlike any she’d ever known spread over her body. She took that breath and suddenly remembered how to move her body. When she latched her legs around his and wrapped her arms around his neck, he sank deeper inside her. Heat so intense it would boil her alive consumed her. When she focused, Micah was watching her.

He was a predator, a man above most men. Maggie saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. For a moment she thought of him as a conqueror; she’d been captured by the dark soul she saw deep inside him. That wasn’t quite right, though. His soul was dark and filled with more scars than his body. Maggie stared at Micah as if she were seeing him for the first time. Exposed, vulnerable, conflicted, and very much hers. The scars on his body were mended. But his soul still bore open wounds.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

Micah growled into her mouth. Her heart opened wide enough to wrap around his tormented soul. He began moving inside her, and the fiery heat she’d first experienced exploded again. The pressure was more intense than it ever could have been fucking her pussy.

As his momentum built, that pressure erupted with more force than she knew possible in an orgasm. Her world blew up with a mixture of pain and pleasure so acute and tightly intertwined it was hard to tell one from the other. And the heat—volcanic—burnt her alive. She wanted him to fuck her harder. She wanted it slower. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to keep going. Her brain was a whirlwind of emotions as mind-boggling as the sensations that tore through her body.

“Oh my God, Micah!” she howled, unable to handle it any longer and at the same time wanting more.

“Maggie.” He rumbled her name over her lips.

Micah kissed her as deeply as he fucked her.

She couldn’t take it. This was nothing like anything she’d ever imagined. Her body convulsed and she came so hard a flood of dark colors blew up and erupted before her eyes. Lavender, cobalt, and emerald green, yellow and orange, splashed and blended as her orgasm ripped through her at a velocity too fast for her to grab ahold of.

There wasn’t time for her to enjoy the afterglow when the next round of sensations grew and erupted. Maggie cried out again, no longer able to relax or prevent her body from convulsing around his cock. She was vaguely aware of Micah stiffening over her. His growls turned to protests. His words rumbled and floated over her, but she wasn’t able to grasp their meaning.

Maggie’s world had turned into a series of convulsions and intense orgasms. She spasmed with each one, fighting to bask in the moment before they ebbed and the next one hit her. But they were too strong. There were too many of them.

Micah tried to penetrate and recede at a pace he would control. Maggie sensed his frustration when her body took over, constricting around him. Her tight muscles, unaccustomed to surrendering to such elasticity, tightened and convulsed around his dick.

His sharp breaths each time her body tried pushing him out became hard, uncontrolled pants. Maggie thought such a dark, forbidden type of sex had meant surrendering and turning her body over to his ultimate pleasure. She never dreamed that after coming harder than she ever had in her life she would experience an overwhelming sense of control.

She tightened around him with a fierceness that prevented him from moving. His initial thrusts had slowed until Maggie bound his cock with her ass muscles. She held him deep inside her and endured the burning heat until it became a warmth enveloping her with erotic pleasure.

When she blinked and focused on his face, she saw that battle-torn soul and all of Micah’s open wounds deep inside that had never healed. Here was a man hovering between one life and another. He’d entered her world and become something to her. She sensed his yearning to latch on to her world. But there was something dark, something unknown and dangerous buried deep inside him. It was the cause of his tormented expression. It created the hard lines and sharp angles etched deep in his brooding expression.

“Come inside me,” she whispered, and felt the sting in her throat from screaming through each orgasm.

Maggie watched that dark abyss in his soul disappear when Micah focused on her. He secured those secrets he hid from the world and had briefly exposed to her. Possibly he hadn’t realized that fucking her like this would force open all well-kept hidden parts of his nature he didn’t want the world to see.

She wondered if he had the same revelation. Had he stared into her eyes and seen her exposed and vulnerable? Did the scared, uncertain part of her nature reach out to him as his had to her? Had he seen how terrified she’d been when she’d learned he’d been shot? Did he see how she knew she couldn’t live a life with guns and gunshot wounds in it on a regular basis?

Then he fucked her hard. He moved fast and with skills that left no doubt nothing she had could hold on to this man if he didn’t wish it. Maggie might have glimpsed at a part of him too raw and battle-torn to prevent her from guiding him where she wanted him. Micah stared down at her with powerful intent. Nothing would hold this man at bay unless he allowed it.

Her heart retreated from the pain, knowing she had nothing strong enough to handle the dark, almost terrifying side of him she’d just seen. But at the same time she exulted in the fact that she was here. When he raised his head and stared straight ahead, veins bulged in his neck as a fierce growl erupted from deep inside him.

Micah’s body tightened. Her fingers brushed over muscles so solid and hard she relished in the incredible strength emanating from them.

“Now,” he roared and his body convulsed.

He lowered himself onto her and continued trembling. Maggie kissed each muscle that had been well trained to become part of this perfectly polished machine. Micah was a mystery but part of him had opened up to her, albeit briefly. The dark abyss inside him was terrifying—but at the same time, it didn’t scare her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

A fresh sensation of fire scorched her flesh when he slowly receded and pulled out of her. Maggie gasped despite herself.

Okay? She was better than she’d ever been in her life. When he rolled to his side she curled into him and ran her hand over the fierce, intense man who lay next to her. Sweat made his flesh glow around his gunshot wound, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, and continued stroking his warm flesh. She wanted to add, and you will be, too.

Maggie didn’t say anything else. Instead she stretched out next to him. The smooth sheen of perspiration on both their bodies allowed them to mold against each other. Micah wrapped a heavy, muscular arm around her and pulled her closer.

“You amaze me, Maggie.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

He turned his head and stared at her, his lashes preventing her from seeing beyond the surface of the man. Micah was once again a mystery, the overwhelming protector, strong and invincible. He looked at her with the expression he offered the world. She refused to be hurt knowing he had no intention of letting her see beyond the persona he offered everyone else. Somehow she would show him that revealing all he was wouldn’t scare her away.

“You came really hard.” The look on his face showed he had considered saying something else. Micah was holding back. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. Morning will be here before you know it.”

She closed her eyes, instantly aware of how exhausted she was. Her dreams came quickly and she wasn’t sure if she heard him say,
I never knew a woman like you existed.
Maybe she just dreamed him revealing his thoughts.

Chapter Eleven

Micah spoke his name into the small speakerphone built into a cream-colored brick wall.

“And who are you here to see, Mr. Jones?” the crisp voice asked.

Micah hated country clubs with every fiber of his bones. “Mr. Perry Ramone,” he said, using the last name Perry had instructed him to use over the phone.

Silence lingered on as Micah relaxed against the handlebars of his bike. He squinted against the glare of the early-morning sun over the rolling hills on the other side of the tall, black rod iron gate. A brick road that had to be hell on all of those Mercedes-Benzes wove through the hills and disappeared around the bend. Micah was sure the landscape had been designed that way to prevent any outsiders from seeing the actual country club. Like anyone out here would care what it looked like.

The lock connecting the two gates clicked, and there was a buzzing sound as the gates opened inward. Micah watched and waited until they were all the way open before entering. As anxious as he’d been for Perry to call him with any information he’d unearthed, the man’s timing couldn’t have been worse.

Maggie had been sound asleep, breathing heavily and peacefully when he’d slowly moved his arm out from underneath her to answer his phone. He had crawled out of bed over an hour ago. That had been at six in the morning. Never enough sleep for the wicked.

Micah’s bike rumbled over the brick road as it curved around the landscaped grounds and finally opened into a large parking lot. There were a surprising amount of cars there for it just being eight o’clock on a weekday morning. Either a lot of rich people were out of work, in which case their membership here would probably have been terminated, or there were a fair number of housewives leaving the maid to tend to their family while they escaped to the club. Micah took a choice parking place, then walked up a path to the large glass doors that opened automatically when he approached. So much for the days of the doorman.