Page 73 of Keeping Knight

My belly flutters. My core squeezes. “Yes.”

Micah’s gaze flares hot and hungry. “Good.” Then he begins peeling off my pants.

It takes longer than I expected, because he keeps stopping to kiss the bits of bare skin revealed. He traces the patterns of freckles with his tongue. His hands are all over me, exploring. Memorizing by touch.

All through it, I keep touching him. Stroking him. Imagining how he’ll feel inside me.

It seems like it takes hours to get naked, but also no time at all. Time loses meaning when I’m with Micah. It’s like we exist only in our own little bubble.

When I’m fully exposed, I find myself waiting for a surge of insecurity that never comes. Micah makes it impossible to feel self-conscious. Not when he looks at me like he can’t quite believe I’m real.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes. I want you.”

“Shit,” Micah breathes. “I want to take my time with you. But you’re so damn beautiful…” Rolling onto his back, he lifts me, then sets me on top of him. “Damn, Ruby. Seeing you like this.” He strokes his palm down my chest, from my collarbone to my belly. “It’s beyond anything I imagined.”

“Seeing you like this is pretty incredible, too,” I reply, which is actually a massive understatement. Between his muscles and his strong features and his piercing blue eyes, Micah is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, both in real life and in the movies. But it’s not just how he looks. It’s everything about Micah that’s making me fall for him.

Setting his hands on my hips, he adjusts me so I’m straddling him. His erection nudges at my center, and I feel myself opening for him. “I thought we could start this way,” he says. “I think it’ll be better for you. Unless you’d prefer⁠—”

Without thinking—probably because I’m so desperate to feel him inside me right now, my body has decided to take over—I rock my hips, so he slips slightly inside ‌me.

And oh.

Oh.

A little voice in the back of my head pipes up. Protection. You need protection first.

But my body doesn’t want to listen. It knows what it wants, and it’s not interested in waiting.

Micah grimaces. “Shit. Protection.”

I glance around me, as if a condom is going to magically appear out of nowhere. “Do you have anything?”

“Yes.” He moves me off him, then reaches into his nightstand to pull out a strip of condoms. Opening one of them, he tosses the wrapper aside and quickly rolls the condom on. With a smile, he settles me back in position again. “I bought them last week. Just in case.”

Using Micah’s chest for balance, I notch him at my center. “Just in case, huh?”

He grabs hold of my butt and pulls me forward, just enough so he’s barely inside me. “Just in case.”

Slowly, I lower myself onto him. “Good thing you’re prepared.”

“Always,” he replies, “when it comes to protecting you.”

As I take Micah inside me, my body stretches around him. It’s been a while, so there’s a tiny bite of pain, but it’s quickly absorbed by the pleasure surging through me. Heat unfurls in my belly and radiates out. My inner walls flutter. My heart races.

“Ruby.” Micah grasps my hips as he leans up to kiss me. “Ah, shit, you feel so good.”

The change in angle sends him deeper inside me. My breath catches. “Micah.”

He reaches between us and finds that little bundle of nerves at my center. First, he caresses it. Then he gives it a tiny pinch. “How does that feel, sweetheart?”

It takes me a few seconds to compose an answer among the fragments of thoughts bouncing in my head. It feels amazing. Breath-stealing. Beyond anything I’ve read in books.

“Perfect,” I finally settle on. “It’s perfect.”

Micah presses hard on my little bud as he thrusts his hips up. Sparks of pleasure erupt into fireworks. The fire licking across my skin turns into an inferno. I rock against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. My breath comes faster. My inner muscles squeeze hard.