Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Because no matter what happened during the day, the nights meant one thing and one thing only.
Micah was mine.
All mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Micah
“Oh God, Con,” I ground out as Con shifted his position just a little and his hard dick rubbed over mine. I’d lost track of how long he had been sensually torturing me for, but I knew he wasn't finished when his mouth gently brushed mine in the softest of kisses.
For every night of the past week, Con had been using every weapon in his arsenal to drag out my pleasure.
Ever since that afternoon in the kitchen when I’d admitted that I was afraid of what was happening between us, Con had come to my room each night and shown me a new way to find pleasure in one another's bodies without actually having full-on sex. I’d fully expected him to pressure me into letting him put himself inside of me, but he never once even brought it up. Instead, he’d been showing me that there were countless ways to make love.
“You're so beautiful, Micah,” he murmured against my mouth. His fingers skimmed over my damp hair as he settled more of his hard body on top of mine. The man had no inhibitions when it came to introducing me to the pleasures of sex. He’d done things that I was sure had to be against the laws of nature, but even as I’d fought back my embarrassment at having him exploring even the most intimate parts of my body, I’d never once felt ashamed or used or dirty.
If anything, I felt like I was using Con sometimes because he would often bring me to climax several times before he took his own pleasure. And afterward he always held me in his arms, lavishing me with praise for how good I'd made him feel and how perfectly we fit together. While we'd avoided any talk of an actual relationship, physically we couldn't have been any closer.
I struggled to catch my breath as Con placed soft kisses against my neck and shoulder. I knew he was letting me fall back down a bit before he started teasing me all over again. It was a roller coaster of emotions and sensations, but even as badly as I needed to come, I loved every second of it.
I was so certain I'd ruined any chance of having this with him when I'd brought up the issue of finances, but Con had once again proven what a good man he was by giving me what I needed rather than forcing what he wanted on me. I knew he wanted to take the issue of money away from us. He wanted to pay for everything so I wouldn't have to worry about it. I had no doubt that if I'd asked him to set me up somewhere in Alaska with the kids, he would've done it merely because he wanted to give me what I wanted.
I hadn’t allowed myself to think about why he would do something like that for someone he barely knew, but admittedly, when we were together like this, when we were losing ourselves in one another in all manner of intimate ways, I did start to dream about the reason. I wanted to believe that maybe he felt something for me like I was starting to feel for him.
But just as quickly as that dream would take hold in my brain, all the doubts and fears would resurface. I couldn’t put all my hopes and dreams in another person because I’d very likely be left with nothing.
Less than nothing.
It was a mistake I couldn't afford to make. Not with Christopher and Rory depending on me.
I sighed and pushed away thoughts of the future and focused on the here and now. I had Con now. I could pretend that every night would be like this. That we’d gotten past everything that stood between us and had promised one another that this was our future.
I wrapped my arms around Con’s back and let my hands explore his muscled body as he continued to tease me with those soft kisses. It wasn't until I made the mistake of letting my palms slide over Con's muscular ass that I remembered that we weren’t living some perfect dream, because he immediately tensed up. As much as I loved every piece of his gorgeous body, I often forgot that he came with as many scars as I did. In the past week I’d become more brazen with my explorations and while Con had no problem with me exploring his cock, his ass was off-limits.
And understandably so.
I quickly moved my hands up to Con’s back again, hoping I hadn't ruined the entire encounter. But to my surprise, Con reached one hand behind him to grab my own and then he was sliding it back down his body and settling it on his ass.