The look in his eyes was insistent and feral. “Then touch me,” she pleaded. “Please.”
She couldn’t bear for the intense sensation to be over.
She needed . . .
She burned . . .
She had to have something to stop the fiery ache between her thighs, the painful puckering of her nipples, the fierce longing in her soul.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her intimately, and she’d never been overwhelmed by this kind of passion . . . ever.
The first touch of his fingers on her core wrenched a moan from deep inside her throat. Micah caressed her softly over the fabric of the skimpy material, then delved beneath it, baring her pussy as he shifted the fabric aside.
Tessa shivered as the cold air in the rink wafted between her thighs, the feeling chillingly erotic. Out of habit, she’d waxed, leaving her bare in preparation for wearing a skating skirt again. It left her feeling vulnerable and aroused as Micah stroked over that sensitive naked skin.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she tried to close her eyes, but he stopped until she opened them again. “Please.” It was the only word she could get out of her mouth. Her brain and body were senseless and greedy, wanting nothing except Micah’s hands on her.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he insisted. “Watch me. Watch who is about to make you come.”
Like she could forget? Tessa shuddered when his fingers deftly delved between her saturated folds, the large digits exploring like they wanted every one of her secrets.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her body responding to every single movement he made.
There wasn’t a second of hesitation as he sought and found her clit, rolling over it again and again with his thumb as his fingers explored deeper.
Her breathing became ragged as he thrust a finger into her slick sheath, her muscles contracting around it as though they had a mind of their own.
“Yes. Please, Micah,” she cried as her hips moved and tried to grind against his hand.
“I’ll take care of you, Tessa,” he told her, her eyes still glued to his face. “Christ! You’re so tight, but so damn wet for me. You feel so fucking good.”
“I want you!” she screamed, almost unable to keep her eyes open and on his face.
“Good. Because I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you.” His eyes were tumultuous as he drove her higher and higher.
If her mind was functional, she would have doubted his claim, but her body was in control, Micah playing it like a musical instrument that belonged to him.
She fell into the rapid rhythm of Micah retreating and entering her channel while he teased her clit mercilessly with his thumb.
Her belly fluttered and then the knot she’d been feeling there began to unfurl as he moved impossibly faster.
His eyes stayed glued intensely on her face, his expression determined. The carnal, heated look in his eyes made her come undone. Since she couldn’t hear, it made his stormy gaze so much hotter. There was only sight and sensation, and both combined were highly erotic.
Her climax washed over her body like waves in a turbulent, stormy sea, sending her body adrift while the pulsations of release seized her, pummeled her.
“Yes. Oh, God.” Her eyes closed as she shuddered with the aftermath of her climax.
She was trembling as Micah lowered his mouth and kissed any breath she had left right out of her body. Still, she kissed him back, trying to communicate every emotion she was feeling.
Finally, he wrapped both of his arms around her tightly as she became a panting mess in his embrace.
His unique, masculine scent filled her nostrils as she rested her head against his chest, completely spent. This man had rocked her world, and he hadn’t removed a single article of his own clothing.
He pulled her head back gently with her hair. “You looked so beautiful when you were coming, Tessa. You still do.”
She shook her head. “I’m a mess,” she admitted.
“I want you so damn much. But not here. Not like this.” He paused before asking, “Have you been with anyone recently? You’re so damn tight.”
Tessa wanted Micah so desperately that she considered lying, but she couldn’t. She liked him too much, owed him too much to not be honest. “I’ve haven’t been with anybody since I lost my hearing,” she confessed. “Before that, there was only one man.”
She watched as the expression on his face turned incredulous and then wary.
“That long?” he asked. “How? Why?”
Tessa shook her head. “I was barely twenty-one when I lost my hearing. I was engaged to a man I’d met while I was competing in the Olympics. He was older than me, and an important businessman. I think I was overwhelmed by his attention. Eventually, I figured out that he just wanted a female athlete on his arm for his business and his ego. An Olympic champion. He owns a sports-equipment company, and when I couldn’t be that showpiece for him anymore, he dumped me.” She paused, remembering how she’d turned herself inside out to be the woman that Rick had wanted her to be, even before she’d gone deaf. She’d dressed, walked, and talked just the way he wanted her to, and she’d gone along with it, still amazed that a man as accomplished and wealthy as Richard Barlow wanted her.
In the beginning, Rick had bowled her over, wined and dined her until she was mesmerized by his larger-than-life presence. In the end, she’d found out just what he was really made of—a big pile of crap. Nothing about Rick had been real, and she hadn’t been the love of his life. She’d been his slave, molded into the perfect image of what he’d wanted. Unfortunately, the sculpted Theresa Sullivan had fallen apart, and her ex-fiancé hadn’t wanted any of part of Tessa. He’d only cared about the exceptional athlete.
His rejection had been a crushing blow to a woman who was still trying to accept the world in a whole new way. She’d moved back to Amesport with her parents and started to build a whole new life again as a deaf woman. But life had delivered several harder blows before she could even begin to cope with becoming deaf and losing the man who had seduced her into her first and only intimate relationship.
She briefly explained her thoughts to Micah, telling him that there hadn’t really been a guy who was interested in her since she’d lost her hearing and Rick had broken their engagement.
Really, no guy had ever taken the time to get to know her after she’d become deaf.
“Believe me, they’re interested. You’re too damn beautiful to pass any guy without him wanting you.”
Tessa heard his voice in her head.
In her mind, Micah was almost growling. The imagined tone was low and savage, matching his savage expression.
It wasn’t like she intended to be self-deprecating, but that she was at a disadvantage in the dating world was fact.
She shrugged. “I haven’t met any of those men,” she answered glumly, knowing that it could possibly be her standoffishness that kept men away. She didn’t want to go through the heartache she’d suffered in the past again. Right now, she was safe, and she liked it that way.
“Yes, you have met one,” Micah answered, jamming a finger into his chest. “Me. I want you.”
Micah was an exception. Tessa knew he wanted her, but she didn’t understand why. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt,” she confessed.