Sweet Temptation (19 page)

CHAPTER 25

M
icah watched Angelina arch her face into the sun and breathe deep of the sea air. The stiff breeze blowing off the water sent her hair rippling in a wave behind her.

He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. He didn’t want her to move, because he was content to watch her turn into the sun like a cat seeking the warmth.

She was beautiful. Why had he never noticed before? He’d been married, not dead. Yeah, Hannah had been the only woman he was focused on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the rest of the opposite sex. Angelina had never registered on his radar. She’d been David’s little sister. Family.

“It’s such a beautiful day.”

Micah smiled at her rapt expression.

“Nothing can ruin this. I won’t allow it. We won’t even think about the asshole stalker. Agree?”

Well, he certainly encouraged her not to think about the guy after her. He’d prefer for her to relax and enjoy herself, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be spending every minute of the day looking over their shoulders.

But he smiled and nodded, enjoying her enthusiasm.

She walked over and sat beside him, snuggling into his side as they overlooked the seawall. He wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed the feel of a warm, soft woman against him. He hugged women, his friends, but this was different. There was more than affection working.

“Tell me about Miami,” he said as he stroked her hair.

“What do you want to know?”

“Did you finish school? You never told me.”

“I did. I graduated a year ago. That’s when the notes started actually. I’d gone out to celebrate on graduation night. Came home to a dozen roses and a sweet congratulatory note.”

Micah frowned. “Wonder if it was someone at the university.”

“Could be. I didn’t date that many guys in school. I mean I kept it casual. Friends, movies, group dates, that sort of thing, so I doubt anyone could have gotten the wrong idea from me.”

“So what did you study? Last I knew you were wanting to be an art major. David was less than enthused.”

He felt her smile against his chest.

“I made him crazy with my hippie notions as he called it. Said I was too much like our flighty mother. He was always so sensitive about her. He was afraid I was too much like her.”

“He never talked about her. Just your dad,” Micah said.

“Yeah, I know.”

She sounded a little sad, and he squeezed her a little tighter to him.

“She’s not dead, you know.”

Micah stiffened in surprise. “I was certain David said they were both dead. Your mom first and then your dad right after David graduated high school.”

She sighed against him. “Mom left when I was really young. I don’t remember her. I just get glimpses, you know? And even then I’m not sure I’m remembering her. It could be someone else. David never forgave her for breaking Dad’s heart. According to David, she was flighty and irresponsible. An artist with no ambition other than wanting to travel to en vogue places and paint the clichéd scenes.”

“Ah, so that explains the aversion to you being an art major.”

She shrugged. “It was a passing fancy. I mean how many high school kids really know what they want to be the minute they graduate ? I took general studies my freshman year and then declared a major my sophomore year.”

“And? Dare I ask what you grew up to be?” he teased.

“A teacher,” she said softly. “But I had to leave before I could go to work.”

“David always loved children. You share that with him.”

She smiled. “I always saw David with an entire house full of kids. One clinging to each leg, one in each arm and at least two running behind him screaming ‘Daddy’ at the top of their lungs.”

His stomach knotted. He’d wanted kids too. Hannah would have been the perfect mother. He and David had worked out that Hannah would stay at home with any children they had. They’d even had plans drawn up to add on to the house when the time came.

“I’m sorry,” Angelina said as she reached up to touch his face. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I forget sometimes just how tied you were to him and Hannah.”

Micah shook his head. “You should be able to talk about your brother without worrying what it’s going to do to me. He was your family. He loved you.”

“Do you ever wonder why them and not us?”

His brows furrowed and he looked sharply at her. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I just wonder why some people die when they do. Why wasn’t it me? I wasn’t married. No connections to anyone. It would have been easier for it to be me. David would have mourned, but he would have had you and Hannah. Or do you wonder why not you instead of David? Or am I the only crazy one who asks those kinds of questions?”

“I think you can make yourself crazy going around in circles like that. Who knows why anyone dies? I’ve never believed in all that ‘it’s their time’ bullshit. I believe in bad luck and even worse decisions. I’ve seen enough in my time as a cop to know that things are rarely as random as they appear. There’s always a series of events that lead up to that one moment where all is lost.”

“You sound so cynical,” she said sadly. “I can’t say I blame you. I lost a lot of my belief in good when they died. It was such a senseless tragedy. As you said, bad choices. A driver not paying attention and David and Hannah paid the price. We paid the price.”

“How about we move on to happier things,” Micah said as he touched her nose.

She smiled, though her face still looked sad.

“I wish I could go back and do things different, Angel girl,” he said in a low voice. “You have no idea how much I wish it.”

She cupped his cheeks in both hands and pulled him down in a kiss.

“You’re here now. That’s all that counts.”

“So let me ask you something.”

“Shoot,” she said as she adjusted herself so she faced the ocean again.

“Do you ever think about trying to find your mom?”

She went still. “No. She left. She made her choice pretty clear. She didn’t want me or David. Why would I want her now?”

“Because she’s your only family,” he said gently.

She glanced sharply at him. “Just like your parents are your only family.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “You’ve made your point. Okay, both our parents are off-limits. I won’t talk about yours and you don’t remind me of mine.”

“Deal,” she muttered.

They sat not talking, the sounds of the sea in front of them, the traffic along the seawall boulevard behind them. It surprised him how content he was just to hold her. To feel her, to listen to her soft breathing.

They stayed until the sun slipped below the horizon and the sky was bathed in pink and golden hues. She stirred against him, and it was then he realized she’d fallen asleep.

“You ready to head back home?” he asked softly when she looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

She smiled and nodded. “Thank you for today, Micah. It was nice to get away for a while, to escape reality for a few hours.”

Unable to resist the soft, tousled look she presented, he kissed her lips, then the corner of her mouth, then her jaw and down to her neck. He nuzzled her ear and then worked his way back over her cheek and up to her eyes. He pressed the lightest of kisses to each of her closed eyes and then dropped a playful peck on her nose.

“Come on, sunshine. Time to get you home and in bed.”

She stretched and stood, taking his hand as he started for the truck.

CHAPTER 26

“W
e have company coming over tonight,” Micah said.

Angelina looked up from her perch on the couch. “We do? Who is it?”

Micah smiled. “It’s a surprise. But we need to get you ready.”

Her eyebrow went up, and her pulse leapt. In the weeks since they’d moved into The House, Micah had kept them secluded. They’d slipped into a comfortable relationship that extended beyond sex and his complete mastery over her body. She’d grown used to being with him, to having him to herself, a barrier to the outside world. Now their sanctuary was being breached, but she found herself excited and intrigued instead of resentful of the intrusion.

He walked over to her and held out his hand to help her up.

“First a shower. I’ll wash your hair. Afterward I’ll dry and brush it out for you. Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?”

She swallowed, her nervousness—no, anticipation—tightening her throat.

“There’s no reason to be afraid,” he murmured as he touched the pulse point at her throat.

“I’m not afraid,” she said huskily.

“Good.”

He pulled her with him up the stairs to the bedroom. As soon as they got past the door, he started undressing her. His movements were slow and measured. The calm and precision in which he touched her excited her.

He was exceedingly gentle, almost as if he were truly afraid of frightening her. This puzzled her because before he’d always been quick to demand, impatient and forceful. This ... this was a side to him she hadn’t seen but had always longed for. She’d seen how render he was with Hannah. She knew he was capable of such caring and love. Could he be softening toward her?

The last of her clothes dropped to the floor, and he cupped her shoulders as he stared down at her.

“Go lie down on the bed. On your stomach. Get comfortable.”

She was curious, but she didn’t question him.

She settled onto the bed and rubbed her cheek on the soft comforter. A few moments later, the bed dipped and he crawled onto up next to her.

He placed his hand on the back of her knee and ran it up her leg and over the swell of her buttocks. He stopped there and gently kneaded the soft flesh.

His fingers dipped low, and he ran his thumb over the seam of her pussy, down to her clit. He toyed with it for a minute and then rubbed gently over her folds, pushing inward then withdrawing.

“Has anyone ever had your ass, Angel girl?”

She swallowed and shook her head.

“I don’t want your first experience to be with another man. I want to ease you into it. I don’t want to hurt you. A lot will happen tonight. I want you to be prepared.”

She shivered at the promise in his voice.

He bent and kissed one cheek of her ass, then nibbled playfully at it. His thumb worked up from her pussy, over the tight opening. She flinched and tightened reflexively.

“Relax,” he murmured.

She forced herself to go limp under his coaxing hands.

He kissed her other cheek and then slid his mouth up to the small of her back. All the while, his thumb worked back and forth over her anus. It slid easily, dipping into the opening, and then she realized he’d used lubricant on his fingers.

“You have a gorgeous ass. I get hard just watching you walk. You could hypnotize a guy with that sexy swing of yours.”

She smiled and remained still, relaxing further under his sweet seduction.

“I’m going to push you tonight, Angel girl. I don’t think it’s anything you can’t handle. You’re a lot like me. More than anyone else I’ve known. We like the same things. We’re into the same kinks. Now I want to see just how far I can push you.”

Oh God. Chill bumps raced across her back, and he chuckled softly as he ran his tongue up her spine.

“You’ll be powerless tonight. I expect you to obey. I want you to trust me, but at the same time, if it becomes too much, all you have to do is say stop.”

“I do trust you, Micah.”

“You’re beautiful, Angel, and tonight I’m going to share that beauty. I’m going to watch other men possess that beauty. I’m going to offer what is mine because it’s mine to give.”

She let out a small moan as his thumb pressed deeper, slipping past the natural resistance of the opening.

“I’m too possessive to allow another man to be the first,” he admitted. “I don’t want to chance another man hurting or frighrening you.”

He kissed the area just above where his thumb probed, and then he slid his thumb in to the knuckle. Her fingers curled into the blanket and formed tight fists at her head.

The bed dipped again, and then his body covered hers like a warm, comforting blanket. His knee went between her thighs and spread them wider.

He kissed one shoulder and then the other. His hands caressed her arms, then slid over her back and down her waist.

“We’re going to take this nice and slow, baby. Relax and trust me. It might hurt, but it won’t last long. Once I’m in, the worst is over”.

His voice soothed and lulled her. His touch incited deep longing.

His hand pressed into her buttocks and then she felt him position the blunt head of his cock at her opening. When the tip touched the sensitive flesh, her pussy tingled in reaction.

Again he kissed her back and then her neck.

“Relax,” he whispered. “When I start to push in, I want you to push out against me.”

She nodded her understanding and braced herself for what was coming.

“No, baby, don’t tense up like that.”

He moved his hand up to her hair, smoothing it away from her face. He stroked soothingly and then he kissed her ear.

“Relax. Trust me. I won’t hurt you any more than I have to.”

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to go limp again.

He pressed inward, and her eyes flew open as she began stretching around the head of his cock.

“Push out. Meet me halfway,” he whispered into her ear.

She pushed. He pushed. She stretched, and it felt like fire. She sucked in her breath and then held it, her heart pounding against the mattress.

“Breathe, Angel girl. Breathe and try to relax. I’m almost there. It won’t hurt for much longer.”

As soon as she expelled her breath, he gave a firm push and her body gave way. He slid into her body, and she cried out at the overwhelming barrage of sensation.

She struggled, unable to process whether it was pain or pleasure or some heady mixture of both.

“Shhh, baby, it’s all right.”

He kissed her neck and then her shoulder, and he held himself completely still against her as he gave her time to adjust to his size.

“God, you’re big,” she wailed.

He chuckled as he rested against her.

“It just feels that way because you’ve never taken anyone this way.”

He withdrew a few inches and carefully pushed inward again. There was relief, and it felt good when he eased out, but then the fire was back when he thrust forward again.

The stark differences made her crazy. The sweet tenderness he exhibited warmed her all the way to her heart. The edgy pain woke the dark hunger deep inside her in places that only he’d awakened.

“Am I hurting you, baby?”

“No, yes, God I don’t know,” she gasped.

His teeth grazed her shoulder, and then he licked the spot before kissing her again. He rose up so his weight was almost completely off her.

He placed his hands on either side of her body and surged forward, deeper than before. The thick base of his cock stretched her impossibly and his balls rested against her pussy.

God, he was completely embedded in her. All the way to the balls. He stayed there, allowing her more time to adjust.

Then he began a slow, easy motion. In. Out. He was careful not to push too hard, be too forceful or go too fast.

She needed to touch herself. Needed him to touch her. She was desperate for clitoral stimulation. She whimpered and fidgered underneath him.

He stopped immediately.

“Nooo, don’t stop. Touch me. Micah, please, I’m dying here.”

He pulled out, and she flinched at the shock.

“Get up on your knees,” he said. “Back up to the edge of the bed.”

Shakily, she rose up, planted her hands in the mattress and got to her knees. She moved back until his hand stopped her.

“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “While I fuck your ass.”

The rawness of his command sent desire flooding through her body. Leaning forward, she tucked one arm underneath her and slid her fingers over her belly and lower to her pussy. She circled her clit once just as he positioned himself again.

This time he wasn’t as easy. He slid forward, reopening her with one thrust.

She cried out as pleasure exploded through her groin.

“I won’t last,” she said desperately. Already she was on the verge of orgasm.

“You can control it,” Micah soothed. “When you get close, stop touching yourself. Give yourself time to come down. You can come with me.”

“Don’t go easy, Micah. I don’t need you to. Please. I need you to go hard.”

In answer to her plea, he gripped her ass and used his thumbs to part the cheeks. The motion stretched her even tighter around his cock and they both moaned.

“Get ready then, baby. I’m going to ride you hard.”

She closed her eyes and began stroking herself again just as he rammed into her. Hard, fast, deep.

He began slapping against her ass, his thrusts jostling her entire body.

It hurt, it burned, it was magnificent.

She reached for the pain, embraced it, reveled in its darkness.

“I can’t stop,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too, Angel girl. Come with me. Let’s go together.”

He increased his pace until he was pounding against her, hard and urgent.

Her mouth opened, but her scream was muffled by the comforter. Her entire body bowed, writhed, and she came completely apart. Spasm upon spasm rippled through her belly until the tension was more than she could bear.

She could no longer feel him in his frenzy. His hands gripped her ass, and she knew she’d wear his fingerprints for a long time to come.

Then he collapsed forward, driving them both onto the bed. His pelvis twitched against her as he flooded into her. He continued pumping against her in short, jerky motions until finally he stopped and his harsh breathing rasped against her ear.

“I think you killed me,” he groaned.

“I think that’s my line,” she gasped.

He stirred against her. “Don’t move.”

“As if I could,” she muttered.

He carefully lifted his weight off her and withdrew. Warm semen slipped down the inside of her leg.

Instead of going for a towel, he simply picked her up and carried her toward the bathroom. She cuddled against his chest, grateful he hadn’t made her walk. Her legs had the consistency of putty at the moment. She’d be lucky not to fall on her face in the shower.

She needn’t have worried. He took care of her completely, holding her against him while he washed every inch of her body. After he’d washed and rinsed her hair, he stepped out and dried her from head to toe.

“Come into the bedroom. I’ll finish drying your hair and then I’ll brush it for you.”

She smiled and leaned into him for a moment. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

He’d vowed not to give her any part of himself. Just fucking. All he could offer her was sex. He’d lied, and she wasn’t even sure he’d realized it yet.

Micah took his time, first drying her hair and then combing through each strand. He was infinitely tender, his hands sorting through the heavy tresses. Every once in a while, he pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder or the column of her neck.

When he finished, he patted her on the behind.

“Are you sore, baby?”

She shook her head.

“Good. I want to put a plug in so you’ll be ready for tonight.”

Her stomach fluttered in response, and she swallowed rapidly.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

She rolled away from him and stretched out as she’d done before. He moved from the bed, and she heard him rummaging in one of the drawers. He returned a moment later and ran his hand over her ass.

“Just relax, just like you did earlier. It might be uncomfortable at first.”

She sucked in her breath but didn’t hold it this time. Cool gel slipped between her cheeks, and his fingers carefully probed, spreading it inward.

His hand left her and was replaced by the blunt tip of the plug. Thick and plastic feeling, it was hard and unyielding, more rigid than his cock had been.

Her opening stretched and she willed herself not to tense. He pulled back, allowing the tip to retreat. He added more lubricant and then eased it forward again, stretching her more this time.

It was several minutes of patiently working the plug in before he finally sent it all the way. She flinched away when the broad base sunk into her ass, but he placed his hand on her back and rubbed soothingly.

“Take a deep breath. It’s over.”

She shuddered and went limp, closing her eyes as she processed the bombardment of sensations. Her ass pulsed and quivered around the plug. Edgy and restless, she couldn’t remain still. Need curled in her groin, and she ached for release already.