Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(51)

She giggled and quickly burrowed into his side. She made a sweet sound of contentment and lifted the remote to turn off the TV. Thank God.

“Micah?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Did you, David and Hannah all sleep together? I mean in the same bed?”

He paused. Where the f**k had that come from?

“Angel, honey, you lived with us. Surely you ought to know the answer to that.”

“I never ventured into your part of the house. I was never sure how much you were comfortable with me knowing.”

Micah frowned. “Hannah never talked to you? I mean I thought women dished about pretty much everything.”

“Hannah wasn’t like that. You know how private she was.”

“We had two bedrooms but more often than not, we shared the same one. Sometimes if one of us wanted some private time with Hannah, the other would bunk in the other bedroom for the night.”

“I always thought yours and David’s relationship was pretty special. You were there before Hannah, I mean with David.”

Micah nodded. “I met David right after I left home. Your father had just died and he was taking care of you.”

“Yeah, I remember,” she said softly.

“I met Hannah after we got out of the academy. Since David and I were so close, we all naturally spent a lot of time together. I suspected they had feelings for each other, but both were too honorable to act on them. They were both afraid of hurting me.”

He smiled at the sudden flash of memories.

“It takes a pretty special man to do what you did.”

He shrugged. “It just seemed natural. I never gave it any thought. It never occurred to me to be jealous. If it had been any other man, I would have killed him, but it was David and I knew David would never do anything to betray our friendship.”

He hadn’t realized he was stroking her arm. She was nestled in his arms and his fingers wandered up and down her skin as he remembered the good times. It was nice to be able to think of them without the flood of grief that always came.

“I’m not trying to replace her,” Angelina whispered. “I know how much you loved her.”

Micah pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. “I know, Angel girl. I know.”

CHAPTER 24

Angelina stirred and stretched against the warmth of Micah’s body. Lazy contentment invaded her limbs, and for a moment she lay there, enjoying the comfort of his arms.

Remembering the events of the night before and the fact she hadn’t had a shower made her roll away and head for the bathroom. She left Micah sound asleep, his other arm thrown carelessly across his pillow.

Moments later she stepped under the hot spray of the shower and closed her eyes in pure ecstasy. Hot water was the cure-all. Wars could be prevented if everyone started the day with a steaming hot shower.

She stood there, letting the water stream over her face, washing away worry, strain, fear and hopelessness. It was a new day.

Eyes still closed, face turned up into the spray, she reached blindly for the bottle of shampoo. A hand gripped her wrist, and she pulled her head back and opened her eyes.

Micah, naked, droplets of water beading on his chest, stepped into the shower with her. He gently lowered her arm back to her waist and retrieved the shampoo himself.

He stepped in behind her and squeezed shampoo into his hand.

“Lean your head back,” he said huskily.

He lathered the shampoo over her hair, working it into her scalp. When he was done, he pressed forward, forcing her underneath the showerhead again.

With the water beating down, rinsing the soap from her hair, he hiked her right leg upward, her knee rubbing against the shower wall.

He positioned his c**k at her pu**y and thrust forward. The force sent her into the wall, her hands flying up to brace herself.

He gripped her waist and held her tight as his hips slapped against her ass.

Pleasure rippled through her groin. Her pu**y fluttered in response and gripped his c**k as he went deeper. Water rained fast and furious. It felt hotter than before, and steam rose as their breathing sped up.

It was an ambush plain and simple. A quick, hard f**k and she loved every second of it. It was raw, primitive, a man reaching out to his woman, his possession. It was a reminder that she had no power except what he gave her. He took, she gave, and she gloried in her offering.

Trapped between the hard wall and his equally hard body, she took the punishing drive of his pelvis.

“I want your ass, Angel,” he growled in her ear. “I’m tempted to see if you can take me right now, right here, just like this.”

A shudder rolled down her body, and she closed her eyes as she balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm.

His movements gentled. He bit into her shoulder, a hard bite, and then he licked the spot before nipping again. Then he sucked hard, his intent to mark her, a visible reminder of his presence. As if she could ever forget.

He stroked in and out. She writhed helplessly against him, wanting more, wanting it harder, just a little push over the edge.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered against her ear.

He nipped at her earlobe then sucked it between his teeth.

“Tell me, Angel. You don’t come until you tell me.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Make it hurt. Hard, Micah. Please.”

He slammed into her, driving her mercilessly into the wall. Her cheek banged against the slick surface heated by the water.