Tessa knew she wasn't thinking with a rational brain at the mo-
ment, but she didn't care. As Micah swooped down to capture
her mouth, she yielded completely, determined not to think
about what would happen later.
She wanted this; she wanted Micah. Every cell in her body
was clamoring for him to take her, and she couldn't fight that
physical and mental battle anymore. Fear of rejection had been
a part of her life for so long that it was hard to let go of it, but
what she'd said to him was true. If she didn't reach out and
take what she wanted and experience the things she craved,
she'd be forever stuck within very limited boundaries.
I don't always need to know what's going to happen. I can
live in the moment for once in my life without waiting for some-
thing bad to happen.
Screw contentment and safety; she wanted to live.
Her hands found their way to Micah's hair, her breath sigh-
ing into his mouth as she raked her short nails over his scalp.
When his arms snaked possessively around her body, one big
hand landing possessively on her ass and the other around her
back, she shivered as their bodies connected. His skin was
white-hot, and all she wanted to do was let him scorch her with
his fire.
His tongue thrust dominantly in her mouth in between
stinging nips to her bottom lip. She moaned, wanting to get
closer to him needing to touch the blazing heat of his skin. His
body was like a furnace, and she wanted to jump inside him
and be consumed.
"Off," she panted then he released her lips, her hands
now tugging at the hem of his T-shirt.
Stepping back, he obliged her, whipping the garment over
his head.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
Her heart hammered against the wall of her chest as she
stared unabashedly at his defined, rippling biceps, and
that perfect V that surrounded ripped abdominal muscles that
looked like an unmovable wall.
She'd seen him naked, and he'd let her look her fill, but
she didn't remember feeling quite this overwhelmed. Maybe
because she was past mortification and looking at him with un-
bridled lust.
Their eyes met as the shirt popped over his forehead, and
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