8. Micah

CHAPTER 8

Micah

" O h fuck!" I can't keep my eyes open. Her mouth feels like heaven on my skin and my dick jerks in my pants.

Her breath washes over my puckered skin and I groan so damn hard that my throat actually hurts.

"Heidi, please. You're killing me."

Her head lifts and there's a light I don't remember there earlier. A soft yearning that almost breaks my heart. Why has no one ever made this woman feel like the goddess she is? What the hell was her ex thinking when he was with her because it sure as hell doesn't seem like he realized what a lucky fuck he was.

Her delicate, calloused fingers trail down my belly and I suck in a harsh breath, barely able to breathe when she touches the waist of my pants. Like I can't bear to scare her, I just wait until her fingers slip underneath my waistband and dance along the head of my aching cock. I jerk at the exquisite pain of desire that rushes through my body.

"Shit! Oh god, that feels so good, sweetheart. You're killing me." I wait with bated breath, not sure how far she'll go but knowing that I will not push her.

She seems so strong but she's fragile. Like a delicate fawn making its way through the woods, shaky and scared.

Her hand shakes as she reaches inside the pants and pulls my length out. Her mouth opens on a silent oh that almost makes me laugh. If there wasn't a tiny touch of fear there I might have.

But I reach out and touch her delicate chin, lifting it. "If you don't want to do anything more than what we just did, I promise you that I'm good with that. I have time. I will always have time for you, baby. I'd wait centuries if I could to have you, to love you like you should have been forever."

Her eyes well up with tears and the sparkle in the glittering aquamarine is like the shimmering waters of the Mediterranean at first light.

"Are you real, Micah?"

I can't help but laugh. "I'm very real. Can't you feel me?" Her hands wrap around me and I close my eyes, the pleasure shimmering through my veins like a drug.

"I feel you," she whispers. "I feel all of you."

I don't know what she means but all of a sudden, she clambers up and her lips wrap around the tip of my dick. I groan, my hands coming up to wrap in her braid, jerking her head lightly. "You want my dick, sweetheart? Want me to come down that pretty throat?"

She nods her head even though I'm holding her still. Her eyes shine with fire and her full lips, red from my kisses, pucker, sucking me further down her throat.

"Oh fuck!" Her rough tongue glides along the vein on the underside of my dick and it's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. Her red lips wrapped around my thick cock, her eyes shimmering with tears as she pushes harder, trying to shove me further down until I'm tapping at her tonsils and she's gagging on my length. She huffs and I feel the warm wetness of her mouth, her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, pumping up and down. Stars fire up behind my eyes and I groan, forcing my eyes to stay open, needing to see every damn second of this because this is going on a permanent reel in my spank bank. I will never need anything but her to turn me on.

"Heidi," I groan, fighting to keep my body from letting loose, not wanting this to be over. I need this to last forever. Her body teasing me, tormenting me until the base of my spine buzzes like a hive of bees skittering along my nerves. Each pass of her tongue along my dick makes me jerk and moan and then that buzzing spreads and my whole body locks up, my hands tangled in her hair so hard that her head is jammed down on my dick.

"Fuck!" I holler and my dick jerks in her mouth and then spurt after spurt hits her tongue. So much that it dribbles down her chin and her wide eyes close for a second.

I finally groan when my body falls to the back of the couch. I shiver and stare down at her where she's lying on my lap, her lips red and chapped, my release dripping down her pointed chin.

"That was…". I can't even finish that sentence. There are no words.

"Pretty good," she giggles and I groan.

"Yeah, pretty good. Right. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life."

Her smile fades. "You don't have to say things like that, Micah."

I sit up straight. "Heidi. I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours but I just lost about a month's worth of cum down your throat. Because you turn me on so bad that I can't do anything but get hard."

She sits up and tugs her shirt with the missing buttons around her curves, making me want to rip it off of her.

I don't like that's she's hiding from me again.

Her eyes drop to her lap. For some reason I expect her to stand and run. But she doesn't.

"You know I was married. For six years."

I nod my head, not wanting to say anything just in case she shuts down again.

"He…I got pregnant and he insisted that we get married. But he wasn't nice."

My chest tightens and it takes everything in me not to do anything. Like stand up, get dressed and find out where he's at so that I can beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

"How was he not nice, sweetheart?" I ask breathlessly, calmly.

"He called me fat all the time. He told me that I was ugly and that was why he couldn't..." Her eyes come up and she flushes, desperately searching for the right words. "He didn't like that I could fix things and he got in my head. Told me it wasn't feminine and that men don't like that. That's why he couldn't…".

I want to kill this man with my bare hands. Rip his spine out and beat him with it. I take deep breaths and then run my hand through my hair.

"Anyway. When I had Cassie, I gained even more weight and he was really mad that I couldn't lose it. He started giving me a certain amount of food every day. I started feeling sick all the time and then he started yelling at me when I didn't lose the weight. Then he hit me."

I jump to my feet and growl, my hands fisting at my sides. "What the hell is his name and where is he at?"

She flinches. "He's at home. I haven't talked to him since the divorce."

"What about Cassie?"

"He gave me fully custody. He didn't want either one of us. Just wanted to get out of our marriage."

I take a deep breath and sit back down, lifting Heidi up on my lap, fighting a smile when she squeaks again, tightening her grip on the shirt.

I study her, not sure where the hell to start. "Heidi, what he did was wrong. He's an asshole. He took his own insecurities out on you because he couldn't do things and you could. He's a fucking pansy and he doesn't deserve to be called a man. Any man worth his weight loves a woman who's his partner in every way. He doesn't need a doll. He likes a woman who can stand beside him and who works with him to make their lives better."

Her eyes dart to mine and away. "I-I remember that with my parents. But… I thought it was a fluke. That they were special."

I smile at her and tug her up so that my lips caress hers lightly. "They were special. Anyone who finds a love like that is special. That's what I feel for you. I knew as soon as I saw you that you were going to be mine. There's no other option. I can't bear to be away from you any more than I have to."

She closes her aquamarine eyes and sighs gustily. "You can't say things like that. We barely know each other."

"I can and I will until you believe me. You're the one that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, Heidi. I'm not going anywhere."

I've pushed her too hard. I know it. She shuts down, her face taking on a sharp, pointed look.

I sigh. "You should go get some sleep, Heidi. We've got to go to the office tomorrow and explain what happened to Jameson and see what he wants you to do. You need to have someone with you at all times until we find who did that to your house."

She shakes her head vehemently. "I don't want to bug him. It's probably nothing. Just some random crazy."

I sigh and put my hands on my thighs. "I know you like to think that that makes it all better. But random crazies kill people too, Heidi. We'll talk in the morning. Go get some sleep."

Her body stiffens but within seconds she's speed-walking down the hall away from me, her lush ass swinging side to side. I lean over, my head in my hands.

I'm not giving up. But the taste of her is still on my lips and I hate that she walked away from me.

I want her in my bed, wrapped in my arms every damn night. But I need patience. No matter how much it kills me.