Page 65 of Keeping Knight

“I want to make you come,” he says. “Not sex. We will. Just not today. But I want to taste you when you come all over my tongue. I want to watch your face when you orgasm. I want to know how you sound. Is that okay with you?”

It takes me a second to process. “We’re not having sex?”

“Not today. You’re too important to rush things. But I’d like to make you come. It’s very good for stress relief, I’ve heard.”

“Oh. I guess⁠—”

I almost swallow my tongue when Micah’s finger slides inside me. “Yes?” he asks with his eyebrows raised. “What do you think?”

“Yes,” I reply in a strangled voice. It’s hard to keep my thoughts together when his thick finger is moving inside me. “Stress relief is good.”

His gaze holds mine. “Yes, you want me to make you come?”

A second finger enters me, stretching me deliciously. My hips thrust instinctively, my body wanting more. “Yes. Please.”

A wolfish smile spreads across Micah’s face. “Good.” Then he pulls his fingers out of me just long enough to take off my panties before plunging them deep again. “You feel so damn good.”

Then he buries his head between my legs and kisses me.

My head falls back.

My breath catches.

My mind goes blank as exquisite pleasure takes over.

Micah uses his mouth and fingers to work me into a frenzy. He sucks at that sensitive bundle of nerves at my center while his fingers thrust in and out of me. First slow and careful, then hard and fast, he brings me to the edge faster than I could have imagined.

I’m moaning, making sounds I’ve never heard myself make before. My eyes are squinched shut. My hands clutch at the cushion.

My stomach muscles are quivering, and there’s a tremendous pressure building inside me. My inner walls squeeze Micah’s fingers. My body is hot and slick for him, so ready for whatever he’s willing to give.

“Ruby,” he murmurs. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Then he pulls my little bud into his mouth. His fingers pull nearly all ‌the way out, then slam home again. They curl inside me, hitting a magical spot that lights the fuse already smoldering inside me.

I explode. White lights dance across my vision. My body locks up as ecstasy shoots through me. A deep, throaty cry escapes. When I pry my eyes open, Micah is watching me with an expression of pride and satisfaction.

As the aftershocks ripple through me, Micah pulls me into his arms and rolls us over so I’m on top. He cuddles me to his chest and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I was right,” he murmurs.

“Right about what?” I ask, lifting my head so I can look at him.

“How you look when you come.” His lips curve up. “I thought you’d be breathtaking. And I was right.”

My heart stumbles. Squeezes. “Micah.”

It’s right there. So close to coming out.

I’m falling in love with you.

But I chicken out. Instead, I kiss his jaw and say, “I want to know how you look when you come, too.”

Micah strokes my hair. “Oh, you will. It’s not if. It’s when.”

I know he’s trying to protect me. That’s why I can’t be mad about him wanting to wait. Still. I’m a grown woman, and I know what I want. “Soon,” I insist.

“Soon,” he agrees. “Definitely soon.”

Chapter Fifteen

MICAH