Page 76 of Mercy & Malice

When I turn to leave, Micah is standing there. “Dance with me?”

I nod then drape my arms over his shoulders, relaxing against him as I close my eyes, savoring this safe and content feeling too.

His lips brush over my ear. “I love seeing you smile again.” Then his mouth drops to my neck, feathering across my skin.

“It’s nice to feel like smiling again.” I press my lips against his. He doesn’t hesitate when he pulls me against him.

“Get a room,” Cain teases as he approaches, but I feel the way Micah tenses and read that as he’s not seeing the humor in it. And I don’t really either.

I grab Micah’s hand and walk away. “We’ll do that.”

He follows behind me as I slip into the first empty bedroom I find, then shut the door behind us.

“Brooke, what are you doing?”

“Kissing you.” I guide him to the bed until he’s sitting on the edge, and I climb onto his lap, straddling him.

Micah’s arm loops around my back, keeping me against him as he rotates and lays me on the mattress. He hovers over me, his palm smoothing down my thigh. “Is this about what Cain said?”

“Oh my gosh.” My arm falls across my face as I laugh. “Totally. I’ve never considered getting a room with you before he suggested it.”

Gently, Micah removes my arm from shielding my eyes. “You’re drunk and not thinking clearly.”

“I’ve barely had anything, and I’m in complete control of myself. It’s not like I don’t want you when I’m sober too.” I see his hesitation, and, again, it hurts. “Should I get a room with Cain since you’re not interested?”

A dark shadow crosses his face. “That’s not fucking funny, Brooke,” he seethes.

It’s really not. But I’m feeling maybe a little buzzed and particularly ornery. “It’s not like you want the job.”

A devilish smirk stretches across his lips as he moves them to nearly touching mine. “Even if he was willing, you don’t want him touching you. You want me to do it.”

I want this to be playful, not deep or heavy, so I press my smiling mouth to his. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Maybe not, huh?” His fingertips trail down my stomach until he reaches the buttons on my jeans. He methodically unfastens them before his fingers skim across my panties. Just before his touch reaches where my body is screaming for him to stroke, he stops. “Then I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

My hand clasps over his as I hold it against me. “I only want you, and you know it.”

A satisfied smile is on his mouth as he lowers and kisses me. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I will,” I mutter, gritting my teeth as he cups my sex.

Slowly, he pulls my jeans off, then drops them on the floor. When he moves back over me, his mouth covers mine as he slides his hand inside my panties.

Shifting, I shove my underwear down before I kick them to the floor with my jeans, then pull my shirt over my head and discard it.

While I attempt to unhook my bra, his thumb rubs over my clit. My grip moves to his shoulders as he swallows my gasps when his fingers dip inside me.

The bra can stay. I can’t think of anything other than his fingers sliding inside me.

His mouth moves to my neck, his tongue tasting my skin as I ride out my orgasm.

“That was wonderful,” I sigh. After a few seconds of enjoying the sensation, I reach for his jeans and begin to unfasten them.

His hand clasps over mine. “We’re not having sex while you’re drunk.”

“First of all, I’m not drunk. And second, maybe I just wanted to return the favor.”

“Brooke, this was about you.” He fastens his jeans as he rises from the bed.