Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

My bare ass lands against the cool leather of the passenger seat. I'm struggling to catch my breath as I watch Micah walk around the front of his car. Silence lingers in the air, and there's a palpable heat sticking to my skin.

I wasn't really trying to leave. I wanted to stay with Ember longer. I was only trying to get some air and put some distance between Micah and me. Him showing up to Exodus has me confused. Was it his plan to come here and make me leave? Although I didn't have any intention of going further with the man on the dance floor, a part of me is delighted to know it made Micah jealous.

He swings his door open and quickly slips into the driver's seat, slams the door shut, and presses the button to the ignition. The engine roars to life, but when his hand wraps around the shifter, he stops and swings his heated gaze to me.

"Put your seatbelt on, Addy."

I refuse to move. I refuse to let him drive me anywhere without him explaining why he tore me away from Exodus, so I place my hands on either side of bare naked thighs and grip the edge of the seat, waiting.

Frustration boils over, and Micah's nostrils flare as a deep growl vibrates out of him.

He's being ridiculous and over the top. I'm still embarrassed by the way he acted in the club. Inside, I know there's a reason behind the way he's behaving, but I won't give in to his demands easily. Not until he tells me the secrets he's hiding or why he struggles so badly to give in to whatever is going on between us.

He's still grumbling when he leans over his seat and reaches behind me for my seatbelt. His scent immediately hits my nose. For a moment, I swear I smell a hint of my strawberry-scented body wash, but then again, Ember doused me in flower-scented body glitter before we left the house. I'm lightheaded and knocked off balance by his proximity. Micah jerks on the seatbelt, the sharp sound of him yanking on the strap filling the heated silence between us. His hands press against my body as he clicks the metal into the buckle.

But my attention falls to his mouth. I search his face while his eyes are pinned on mine. His hands are two red hot coals pressed against my body making the space between my thighs tingle again.

"There," he says, yanking on the strap once more and tightening it.

After sitting back and revving the engine, he shifts it into drive and whips away from the curb. I keep my hands gripped to the edge of the seat as I watch Micah. His firm set jaw is clenched tightly, and his white-knuckled grip squeezes the pristine leather steering wheel.

"I don't understand you," I say, breaking the silence as he whips through the traffic riddled streets of downtown Boston, where fancy cars and bright lights surround us. Micah's gaze constantly flickers up to his rearview mirror before falling back onto the road.

I avoid looking at myself in the side mirror. I still haven't looked at one in months in fear of what I'll see. It's strange given how I used to make a living off caring what I looked like. Everything rode on putting on my best face… or mask, as Micah would call it.

I didn't even bother looking into a mirror after Ember did my makeup for tonight.

My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, and I feel myself frowning.

"I don't understand you either," Micah says, cutting me from my thoughts as his playful smirk forms.

"No." I grind my teeth together, squeezing my seat tighter. "I don't understand why you just get to show up at Exodus and suddenly demand I get in the car with you. Ember invited you to celebrate with us, but instead, you interrupt me on the dance floor, and for what? Because you were jealous I was dancing with someone?"

"You shouldn't have been dancing with him." His eyes narrow. He rings his hands on the steering wheel as he turns down another road, heading in the direction of the highway, but we're too deep in the city, and traffic is heavy, making it take longer for us to get there.

"Unless you've claimed me as yours, I can dance with whoever I want," I argue.

"What do you want me to do, Addy?"

"I want you to do something."

"Do something?"

"Yes. I want you to make up your mind." I only had one drink at Exodus, but my inhibitions have collapsed. I don't give a fuck anymore about holding back. This cat and mouse game Micah and I are playing is tiring.

"Make up my mind about what?" he asks.

I don't know how to be any clearer, but maybe this is what Micah needs. I see the resistance. He wants me, but he feels loyal to Archer. I need to be as honest about my feelings for him as possible.

"About me." I raise my voice, frustrated with the entire night. With the past three days. "I want you to make up your mind about me."

He remains focused on the road. His thick, muscled arms stretch under the sleeves of his suit.

"Do you want me?" I ask.

He doesn't deny it. Instead, his breathing grows heavier, and his eyes harden.

"Clearly, me dancing with another man made you feel something. I want you to admit it."

His nostrils flare.

At a red light, he hits the brake hard; his hand still clutched around the wheel, the other resting on the shifter. Every few seconds, he flexes his fingers.

Thirty seconds of silence lingers before the light turns green. Micah hasn't answered my question when he slams on the gas, and the engine roars before taking off. He weaves in and out of cars, then takes an unexpected sharp turn. Whipping the car into an underground parking garage, he blasts through the open gate and swings into the first vacant spot he finds. The tires screech and the engine vibrates as he stops.

My heart pounds in my chest, and my breathing is shallow. I've never seen Micah this way, and the sight is both exciting and terrifying.

"What do you want me to do, Adeline?" he asks, his voice deep and heavy. His shoulders and chest rise and fall with every breath, like each one is a struggle. "I'm trying . I'm trying to warn you that I'm not good for you, but I can't help feeling like this?—"

"What do you feel?" I ask him, knowing he's so close to removing the mask he's expertly placed over his face.

"I don't know…" He raises his voice. "All I do know is that every time I watch you with someone else, it feels like you've torn this hole in my chest, and every time you resist me, or someone looks at you like a piece of fucking meat, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name and tell me you're mine." He slams his hand against the steering wheel, staring through the front windshield. His jaw clicks with frustration, but there's a sense of relief when his shoulders fall slightly.

My lungs starve for oxygen when my entire body stills. Micah's confession suspends in the air, heavy and thick, pulling me down with it.

I open my mouth, but snap it shut.

"But I shouldn't. I shouldn't. I told Archer I would watch over you and protect you!" he seethes, yelling. "So, what do you expect me to do, Addy?"

"What do you want me to do?" he asks again, his voice lowered.

I steel my chest and force the words to come out. "Instead of watching me, do something. Instead of yelling at me, do something. Instead of pretending like there isn't something between us, do something ."

"Like what?"

"Touch me," I breathe, the words spilling out of me like a breaking dam. "Every time I'm around you, I'm so fucking wet. I touch myself, imagining you between my thighs. When you touched me the other day and stopped, I ached for you. My clit pulsated for hours afterward, wishing you'd given it relief. I want you to touch me, Micah. I want you to touch me like you did before, only this time, I don't want you to stop."

He snaps his head to the right, pinning me with his stormy blue eyes, and my breath catches in the back of my throat.

"Fuck it." A quick breath falls from his mouth before his hands are on me. I barely register what's happening before he's unclipping my seat belt, and Micah's hands land on my hips, tugging me in his direction. He pulls me hungrily, moving me as if there's nothing between us.

I climb over the shifter and straddle him in the driver's seat. My back hits the steering wheel, and my ass lands on the horn, but he doesn't let it stop him.

"I want you." He growls, running both his hands over my hips. My dress is already slipped up to my waist. It doesn't take much considering how short it is.

His hands are frantic as they explore my body. I plant both of mine on his shoulders, my pussy wet for him already, and I grind against his swollen cock.

"Give me this pretty fucking mouth." He hisses. He grasps my chin, pulling me down to him. My lips meet his and I moan, savoring the taste.

I rock my hips against his hardened length, hungry for more as I slip my hand around the back of his neck, combing his hair with my fingernails. His lips part just enough for me to gasp for air as I cry out. The ache inside me swells.

I need Micah.

I need to feel him inside me. My heart is racing at a speed I'm not certain I'll survive. It isn't until he growls hungrily against my mouth before moving his lips down the length of his neck do I realize I'm not only hungry for Micah—I'm starving for his vulnerable soul. Every time he shows me this possessive or protective side of him, I want him more.

He pulls at me, and although I push a little back, my heart constantly boomerangs back to his.

"Fuck, yes," I whimper, grinding my hips a little harder.

Micah's mouth finds the swell of my breasts. It isn't difficult, considering there's barely any fabric covering them. He nudges his face against the fabric, hoping to push it aside but is unsuccessful.

"Clothing tape," I mutter on a heavy breath, looking down at him. "Couldn't risk showing too much skin."

"This fucking dress." He snarls, and with a quick heated glare, he pinches the fabric of my dress between his teeth and tears it away from my skin. A yelp escapes my throat before his teeth find my peaked nipple. He sucks and kisses and nibbles. He teases me, inching me ever so closer to the edge.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask, knowing the answer even before he's said anything, smiling to myself. "You don't like it?"

"All night. It's been testing me," he says against my skin. "Taunting and teasing me. I don't like how it made others look at you. Like you were a meal for them to feast on."

"Is that how it made you look at me?" I ask him, my breath hot.

He clutches my breast and flicks the pad of his thumb across it as he pins his hardened stare on me. "Yes. But unlike them, I want to be the only one invited to this meal, and I intend to savor every bite."

I smile, a fluttering sensation tickling the bottom of my stomach. Uncontrollable feelings stir inside me. My hands are wrapped around his thick neck when I roll my hips even harder, tilting my head back. I bite down on my bottom lip, ready to come right now if he keeps touching and tasting me like this.

Heat radiates from my body as his hands splay across my bare ass, my swollen flesh filling his large palms. His long fingertips are deep underneath me, playing with my slit.

"You're so fucking wet." He moves to the other breast, repeating the same motion with removing the tape pressing it to me. "I can't wait to slide my cock into you."

"Do it," I beg, my lower stomach fluttering with the idea of him being inside me. "Please."

It's all I've been wanting.

The lights from the garage illuminate the inside of the car. If a security guard or anyone else were to walk by, they wouldn't have to question what we're doing. But I don't care.

Micah's touch has made me come alive.

Removing one hand from behind, he slips it between us and under the hem of my black, lacy thong, quickly finding my clit. He slides his fingers along my wet slit, pressing his fingertips against the swollen bud.

I move with his hand, not wanting him to stop.

"Oh, my God."

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so fucking slick. I won't have any trouble burying myself inside you."

"I've wanted this for so long," I breathe out, rocking in time with Micah's hand. "I'm going to come if we keep going like this."

I move my hands from around his neck and try to work his belt. Micah stops moving, watching me as I work to free him. I manage to unbuckle his belt, and my fingers frantically undo the button to his black slacks before sliding down his zipper to free him from his black boxer briefs. His cock springs to life, and I wrap my hand around his thick length, my eyes widening at the sight of it.

"Take me," Micah grunts. "Take all of me."

I'm staring into his eyes as I lift myself off my heels and center myself over him. My heart swells at him asking me to take him. Micah places his hand back on one of my ass cheeks, guiding me down his length. My mouth falls open, and I dig my fingers into his shoulder, my nails cutting into his collared shirt.

I gasp when I lower myself completely, feeling stretched to fit around him. I take him inch after inch. When I think I'm close to taking all of him, I'm wrong. I hold my breath as my body adjusts to fit him inside me.

"That's right, Addy," he moans. "Fuck, you feel so good and tight."

I lift myself again and lower my head, watching myself move above him. I watch the space where we're joined, concentrating on Micah's hot breath mixing with mine. He slips in and out of me with ease, even though we're squeezed between the driver's seat and the steering wheel.

I feel myself tightening around him. I'm already close to coming all over him. It's as if the past several months of pent-up frustration is finally being released and my body isn't wasting any time getting there.

I'm still looking down when Micah hooks two fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a satisfied grin. He rests his head back as his hand continues to massage the flesh on my ass cheek. With his other hand, he traces my jawline, slowly dragging his finger down the center of my chest. I'm completely exposed, and my dress is spread wide open.

There's no way in hell Ember is getting this dress back after tonight.

Micah leans back in his seat and watches me with his heated blue-gray gaze. "You're so fucking beautiful."

My pussy tightens around him. His words are an arrow straight to my heart. While Micah pushes my buttons, and definitely pushes the boundaries of being possessive, it's different with him. I know with him, I'm safe. I know he'll never lay a hand on me. Not the way Maddox did, or anyone else who has ever treated me unkindly.

Micah's touch is gentle and healing. He's the kind of man who lifts me up without ever putting me down. He sees the beauty in me when I struggle to see it in myself.

I tilt my head back and let Micah watch me. My hands glide over my own body. I touch my clit, the feeling of him inside me and the feeling of my own hand sparking a renewed sensation. It's electric. While working myself, I slide my other hand along my stomach and ribs, gripping my breast. Between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch my nipple. Another jolt of electricity passes through me, and I open my eyes on Micah.

His grip on my ass tightens, and I let him guide me.

Moisture clings to my skin when he grabs the back of my head, pulling me to kiss him. My hands fall away from myself, and I press my forehead to his, wrapping both of my hands around his face. My pussy clenches as I lift myself, moving over him faster. The sound of me moving around him mixes and mingles with our heavy breathing. I press my lips to Micah's, tasting him once more. His tongue slips inside my mouth, and I moan, savoring every second. My mouth can't stay on his for long before I'm closing in on the edge. I can feel it building inside me. My orgasm presses against my insides as Micah's cock pumps inside me, pulling it out with every thrust.

"Right there," I tell him. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not stopping." He grunts. "Fuck me, Adeline. Fuck me like the good girl I know you are."

I place both my hands on his chest and work myself over him faster. My entire body tingles. Whether it's the heat from being inside the car, crammed in this small space, or from Micah, I don't care. Everything about this moment with him feels good and I don't want it to end. But at the same time, I do.

"I'm going to come," I confess.

My entire body tenses as I lower myself over him a few more times. My orgasm rips through me. My thighs clench on top of him, and my pussy pulsates, reaching the top of my orgasm. A high sensation rocks through my body as I cry out Micah's name.

My pussy is contracting, and I've slowed my movements when Micah follows me, reaching his own orgasm. His teeth are clenched, and he lets out a sharp hiss, spilling into me.

The way his cock pulses and the feeling of his cum spilling into me heightens my orgasm.

I've never experienced this with anyone else. The sensation of this moment crashes down on me all at once.

Walking out of the house with Micah's heated stare.

The club.

Micah pulling me back away from the stranger.

Him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out to his car.

I'm still panting, recovering from what we've just done when I open my eyes and sit back on my heels.

He traces the side of my face with his fingertips, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Fear slips in, mixing with pleasure.

Was this it? Was this the moment Micah was wanting and it'll be our one and only time? Will reality hit him, and he'll suddenly feel like this is wrong? Will he think he made a mistake?

I stay on top of him, with him inside me as I look into his eyes.

He must sense my hesitation or hear the hiccup in my breathing when he places his mouth to mine again. The motion is soft and gentle—a stark contrast from when he pulled me on top of him a few minutes ago.

His mouth moves over mine gently before he pulls back. I smooth my hand over his tie and smile.

"That good, huh?" he asks.

My legs ache, and I know they're going to hurt tomorrow. His hand continues to massage my ass cheek. My thighs are still quivering, aching to start moving again with Micah still inside me, but I know we can't stay here, like this.

"I think the same could be said for you." I roll my hips, and Micah grunts, softly closing his eyes.

"What are you doing to me?" he asks, opening his eyes on me again.

I smile as he tugs on the end of my ponytail, and I lean forward as his mouth lands on my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Steam clings to the windows, blurring our view to the outside and blocking anyone from peeking in.

His mouth doesn't leave my neck as his fingertips hook under the thin straps of my dress before slipping them back onto my shoulders. He adjusts the fabric over my breasts, attempting to re-stick the tape.

I giggle. "It's okay." I cup his face, pulling him to look up. "I'll fix it when we get back to the club."

"Get back?" His eyes narrow.

"Yeah." I nod, swiping my tongue across my lips. "It would be rude of me to leave Ember hanging on her birthday."

"Oh." His forehead creases. "I thought you told her you were leaving."

I shake my head, running my thumb over his lower lip. "No, I told her I was stepping out for some air."

"I'm sure she'll understand, or at least she assumes you aren't coming back."

"Maybe." I twist my mouth in thought and kiss him again. I keep my mouth to his and breathe him in. He's still inside me, and I feel his cock growing harder again. My chest swells, and I pull away. "Not to mention I still have a dance to finish. It was kind of disrespectful of me to disappear on my dance partner like that."

He shoots me a stern look. "What did I say earlier?" He slides his hands around my waist, palming my flesh again. He jerks me against him. His fingertips press into me, and my body hums in anticipation.

I roll my hips. "Remind me again. What did you say?"

"When you resist me, I want to fuck you until you scream my name..." He grits his teeth. His eyes fall to my mouth.

"Right." I give him a devious grin. "Well, after I finish up my dance, we can get on that." I bite back my laugh, knowing I have no intention of being anywhere other than where Micah is.

He senses the humor but keeps his jaw clenched. With his hands still on my ass, he pulls me against him, grunting. "You're a brat, you know that?"

"No." I shake my head, ghosting my mouth over his. "Why don't you show me?"

I'm about to kiss him again when a bright light shines in my face, forcing me to jerk back. I inhale a sharp breath and look up. Two headlights beam into the car.

I tilt my head, trying to get a better view of who it is or how far back they are. The back windshield is clear, despite the other windows covered in steam.

The blacked-out car is parked two rows back, but other than a van in the far-right corner, we're the only vehicles here.

Micah's hands tense against me, holding me still. He holds his breath as his eyes dart up to the rearview mirror.

"Uh oh." I smile, pulling his attention back to me. "Looks like we've been caught." I kiss him, expecting him to let our kiss linger, but he surprises me and cuts it short.

"We should go." His eyes nervously dart to the mirror again with a stern look.

My shoulders fall, and I wonder if this is the moment he cuts this off. He's gotten what he wanted. The desire and excitement surrounding us is gone. And the person in the car has just pulled him back to reality.

He's already begun to pull away, the distance growing in his expression.

Every worry and fear plays in my mind.

"Okay," I whisper, finally pulling myself off him. His cock slips out of me, and I lift my leg to climb off him when his hand wraps around my wrist. He stops me and looks up at me with hooded, satisfied eyes. I relax against him as he lifts my wrist to his mouth, and his lips press against my delicate flesh.

"I'm not finished with you yet." The words vibrate against my wrist, directly on my pulse. The corner of his mouth curls. "In case there was any doubt."

Heat pools between my legs. "Then, take me home."