Page 13 of A Home for Harmony (Blossoms #16)

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

T he minute the door from the garage to the mudroom shut, Micah had Harmony against the wall, his mouth on hers.

Her hands slid under his jacket and yanked the button-down shirt out of his jeans, her icy hands on his back, cooling him down.

Not that she wanted to cool him down, more like heat him up.

He seemed pretty hot already though.

His tongue was thrusting into her mouth, hers darting and dancing with it while he managed to get her jacket off of her. He turned to hang it up and she burst out laughing.

“You’re going to slow down to hang up my coat properly?” she asked.

He looked at her and said, “Fuck it,” and threw it in the air.

She laughed and reached for him again, her hands on his face, bringing his mouth back to hers.

“Don’t think poorly of me for doing this,” she said.

“I won’t if you don’t do the same,” he said.

She got all mushy inside when he’d said that.

He yanked his jacket off and dropped it to the floor, then grabbed her hand and pulled her through his house.

She had seen nothing other than the kitchen and family room and now she barely got to see the rest as she was tugged through to the stairs and up them.

They got to the top and he turned to the room at the end of the hall and shut the door.

“No one is going to interrupt us, right?”

“No,” he said. “Scarlet is staying at a friend’s house tonight. She was supposed to be here and asked to go there.”

“And that’s why you suggested the date tonight?” she asked. Harmony wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of this before when he said he shared custody. There had to be a specific time when Scarlet was in the house.

“Yes,” he said. “Are we stopping to talk again or not? Your call.”

“That’s very considerate of you,” she said, reaching for him. “But I’m hot enough to set your house on fire. You can catch up if you want.”

She was pulling her blue sweater over her head and tossing it on the floor, then toeing off her boots that just weren’t budging.

He picked her up and put her ass on the bed, bent down to unzip her ankle boots and take them off, then her socks with them.

He reached for her hand and pulled her up, the two of them fumbling with their jeans, shoving them down in haste. Harmony gave a little wiggle of her hips to peel hers off, kicking them aside with a breathless laugh. Why had she worn tight, stretchy jeans tonight of all nights?

Because she wanted Micah to notice her body.

And the way he’d been looking at her during dinner said mission accomplished.

It was those dark, smoldering glances he kept throwing her that tipped the scales, pulling her into something she’d never given in to this quickly before.

Before she could unhook her bra, he had his hands on her waist and was lifting her, her legs going around his hips.

He was down to just his boxer briefs, and even with a quick glance, it was obvious he kept in damn good shape.

She wanted to see more of it...after.

Right now, the feeling of skin on skin was too much for her to ignore.

He went toward the bed and tried to lay her down and move back, but she wasn’t unhooking her ankles from behind his back.

He reached around and did it for her, gave her one more long wet kiss and then his mouth shifted down her body.

He stopped at her breast, licking the cleavage she had shown from shoving her small tits into an even smaller bra.

He didn’t seem to mind, but he didn’t linger either. His hands slid beneath her back, fingers finding the clasp with practiced ease. A moment later, her bra was undone and slipping away under his touch.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. As if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“There isn’t much there,” she said.

“But I bet it’s sensitive,” he said, dipping his head, his tongue swirling around a hardened nipple.

Her hips shot up. “Oh yeah,” she said. “Or it could be I’m horny. I haven’t had sex in well over a year. I’m not sure how long at this point. My little toy the other night didn’t take the edge off like I thought.”

He reared back. “Huh?”

“Hey,” she said, patting his cheek. “A girl has needs and I left your house worked up. I might have used my plastic little friend to get off while I thought of this.”

“Fuck,” he said, putting his head down on her chest. Not even to touch, taste, or kiss. Just kept it there.

“Micah?” she asked. “Are you okay?”

He lifted his head, his gaze scorching enough to have laser beams shooting out and igniting the pillow her head was on.

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “Trying to get control of my body is hard enough, but that made it worse.”

“Control is overrated,” she said, her hips lifting against his. “But I need something more, so figure it out.”

He snorted and moved down quickly, then jerked her little cotton bikinis off of her while she scissored her legs to help.

He spread her wide, his hand going between her legs, feeling the wetness and gently spreading it around. Then his finger invaded her inner walls in the most glorious way possible.

Up went her hips again and then back down. She was trying to grind against his palm, but his finger was thrusting in and out of her.

Then he added a second and she knew coming was imminent.

“Micah,” she said. “I’m so close.”

Instead of stopping, he lowered his head down and latched onto her bundle of nerves to suck.

Her eyes crossed, her toes curled, her hips lifted, heat slammed into her belly, and she came all over him.

She was bouncing and grinding and chanting his name.

At least she thought it was his name, but it could just be an animalistic sound escaping between her lips.

As soon as her body halted, he lurched back, dropped his underwear, his cock springing free.

Her eyes were on his every move as he purposefully walked to his dresser to get a condom and cover himself.

Even his ass cheeks were tone.

Damn, she needed to pay more attention, but couldn’t seem to focus on anything more than his cock coming right at her.

She spread her legs wider for him as she inched up the bed. He got on one knee and then the other, hovered over the top of her, his mouth going to hers in a feverish kiss like they were doing when they stumbled into his house.

Then his body entered hers like a home invasion she’d been praying for.

She was lifting with him and trying to keep up.

It wasn’t happening.

She just handed the wheel to him and let him take control so she could lie back and enjoy the ride.

“Can you get there again?” he asked.

Damn, she thought. Not only fair, but considerate.

Older men had something going for them.

“I’m close,” she said. “Very.”

His hand slid between their bodies and he found her little bud ready for another introduction.

His thumb was pressing down and swirling in circles as he held himself still inside of her.

The feelings of fullness with the motion of his hand were enough to get her right on the edge.

She was ready to be tipped over. Maybe thrown. She didn’t care, as long as the ride down was a pleasurable one.

“You’re close,” he said. “I know.”

Hmm, what could it be?

Her heavy breathing?

Her hips cramming into his?

Or her nails digging into his ass to go deeper?

Had to be the last one because he removed his hand and then pounded into her as if he’d read her mind.

Her mind that just went as completely empty as their bodies while she came a second time.

He was finishing with her, grunting and groaning and then dropping like a heavy weight she never wanted lifted.

A few seconds later though, she realized she needed him to move because she couldn’t breathe.

“Micah,” she said, groaning. “You’re heavy.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and rolled on his back and was staring at the ceiling.

She got on her side, propping herself on her elbow. “Are you okay?”

His head turned and looked at her. “I’m trying to decide if I’m having a heart attack or not,” he said.

She jumped up on her knees. “Oh my God. Where is my phone? I’ll call nine-one-one.”

She was off the bed and a foot away from the door when she’d heard a noise.

It was laughter.

Deep belly laughing.

Micah was holding his side and laughing so hard that she found herself doing it with him.

She marched over to the bed and slapped his arm.

He rubbed it as if it hurt when she knew it hadn’t.

“Jesus, Harmony. Do you really think I’m so old that sex with you would put me into cardiac arrest?”

She angled her body and put her hand on her hip. “I was pretty worked up. I’m out of breath too and I’m a lot younger than you.”

He reached for her arm and had her on the bed and under him before she even knew he could do that.

“I’ve got no problem keeping up with you,” he said. “Can you keep up with me?”

“Oh,” she said. “I hope you’ve got more than one condom in that box. Challenge accepted!”