Breaking Habits

Chapter 8- Beth- Ice Queen

What Corey said at the restaurant after Micah left hurts, more than the first time. He said it's been over for him. That he stopped loving me for years. What we had didn't go beyond sex, and how I should move on because he loves Liaison now.

I begged him not to leave me, even said that I would be open if he saw the both of us, and he said no begore she came and threw me out.

I cried hard that night because I can't accept any of what he said. Not after all these years. We've been together for too long, and I don't believe he can switch off his feelings, so I won't give up. I can make him love me again.

I just have to wait for when he gets bored with her, he will come back to me. It's how it's always been, and she can't change that.

I just need to get my mind of him and find a distraction to chase away the hurt. That's why I'm here. The distraction I need is Micah.

He won't be happy to see me, not after I ruined his date, and I should take him walking out as a sign to leave him alone, but I can't help that I like to ruffle his feathers. That's why I'm here. Plus, it's my birthday and I don't want to be alone.

I've been sitting in my car outside his house for an hour, hashing up my plan. It's still snowing and I would say it makes a beautiful sight, but I hate the cold and anything that's associated with it.

***

Surprise dashes across Micah's face first, then ire comes next; I was right, he is not happy but snow melts under my feet as I stare at his moody form standing shirtless in the doorway, towering over me.

The tight beads on his sculpted chest tells me that he's battling with the cold, and I so badly want to trail my fingers down his torso to the waistline of his charcoal track bottoms, I just need to put my plan into play first.

I need him to kiss me, but he plants a peck in the crook of my neck and lingers there for a moment. I think that he's trying to resist but couldn't when I start to rub my naked body against his.

That's when his guard drops and we kiss. It's sweet, sincere and whatever is happening between us is being addressed. For a moment I find myself surrendering. and I get lost as he kisses me, but I don't want sweet or sincere, so I nip his lips to coerce him.

Groaning, he reaches inside my coat, and planting his hands on my bare hips, he draws me firmly to him as the kiss turns hard and bruising. Yes! This is what I want and I moan uncontrolled.

He swallows it with the puffs of air that I expel as he hold me tight, and I must be giddy since I grab onto him. I think I made a mistake because kissing him is turning out to be more than a kiss.

He's devouring with feelings. Emotions swells when he deepens it and I moan while he caresses my waist, then when he lifts a hand to smooth my face, passion and promises takes over.

Hot with panic, I try to break away, but he leans curving over me while his hand moves to my neck to keep in place. This is more than I expect and my heart starts galloping out of my chest. He has taken me to a dangerous place of feelings and desires. It's too much, so I pull away.

"Micah," I breath frosting his lips and swallowing the emotions that his name evokes.

"Come in Beth," he says resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. When he opens them, I'm captured by a golden forest.

"Lead the way." I reply unsure about what just happened.

He steps aside and when I go in its toasting warm.

"Make yourself at home, I have to get something from upstairs."

After he swings the door shut, he dashes up the flights, and I don't miss the ugly bruises covering his shoulder and one side of his back.

***

Still at the doorway, I take off my coat then dig into my bag to get my clothes out, but when I reach in my clothes are freezing cold.

"You can wear this." Micah says coming down the hallway.

He's wearing a shirt now, and when he hands me one, I don't take it, I shift to give him a better view as his eyes roam over me.

"Where'd you come from? Did I miss when you walked pass?"

As he continues to take me in, I wonder what it would be like to have his weight on top of me. What it would be like to feel him inside me. It's making my temperature rise.

"The door next to you has a set of stairs that leads from my bedroom to the living room. I thought you'd be there."

I remember the stairs at the back of the living room, and I don't get the logic. "Why do you have two sets of stairs that takes you to the same place?"

"I don't know, I guess I like them," he replies shoving the shirt in my hand, and in exchange he takes my bag and the bottle of wine that I brought. "I'll put them in the dryer. After that, you can go."

He's colder than the weather outside and I wonder why he's moody. "I'm guessing you're not a morning person-"

"No one is a morning person Beth, especially when a tyrant shows up unannounced."

"Isn't that the point of being a tyrant though?"

He huffs, "look, whatever you're getting ready to start, I'm not in the mood for it, and for God-sakes woman! Put some clothes!!"

He's agitated, and thrilled that I've affected him, I cross my ankles, and stare into his eyes which are speckling with green. This is my favourite part; I've gotten under his skin, now I can ruffle him however I want.

"Why Micah? I know you like what you see."

The tent forming in his pants is a dead giveaway. He wants me.

Without a word, he uses one hand to claw his shirt up the front of his body then he hooks the back with the other to pull the material over his head. He keeps his eyes lock with mine as he begins to loosen his sweatpants, and I bite my lips remembering his long thick cock.

When he undoes his pants he reaches inside his boxes grabbing the huge bulge there.

"Let's go then." He grates stepping towards me.

"Fine you win." I say putting the shirt on because I can't approach my plan to seduce him so soon.