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Chapter 9

MICAH

A nother puzzle piece slid into its perfectly snug spot, and I smiled down at my progress. I was making headway, but I still kept getting distracted by a certain hurricane. It was game day, so I was in the middle of my pregame routine. We were nine days past her walking in on me, which had followed with me coming in my hand in the shower after I heard her leave the condo and then an awkward but delicious dinner later that night. Dom’s words had rattled around in my head while I tried to make small talk.

She’d worked the following night at Tipsy and had missed coming to the game against Calgary—where we’d had our asses handed to us, followed up by Millsy delivering round two of handing us our asses. Fun fucking night. And then we’d had a quick two-game road trip, where we’d won one game in OT and lost the second in OT, before I’d come home—to a bed that held Josie’s intoxicating scent but luckily not her body—and we’d lost a game against Pittsburgh.

It’d been an extremely frustrating nine days.

But tonight, we were going to win. I was going to keep my head out of my ass and get my job done. I was going to work on this puzzle for my allotted thirty more minutes, shower, take my pregame nap, and head to the arena. Everything would be fine.

Yup. Perfectly fine.

And I was not going to think about pushing Josie against the closest wall when we passed each other in the hall or cornering her against the kitchen island when I helped her make dinner. Or any other excuse I liked to make about getting close to her.

“Mind if I join you?”

I glanced up to see her walking into the room and took in an audible breath. Fucking hell. Were her yoga outfits getting smaller? Shit. Now my puzzle concentration was obliterated. I didn’t like to think that I was controlled by my dick, but when she was close by, my brain headed south. I was stronger than this. I wasn’t some kid controlled by my hormones.

Fuck. She was gorgeous. And that bright smile always did me in.

“So, can I?” she asked.

I shook my head to clear it.

“No? Um, well, okay,” she said, sounding confused.

“No, no. It’s fine. Just thinking about something,” I muttered.

She walked toward me but didn’t stop at the yoga section of the room.

“What are you doing?” My tone was off.

“Just seeing how the puzzling is going.” She held up her hands. “I promise not to touch. Still working on this one, huh?”

Her hair brushed against my arm as she moved in close, and her scent overwhelmed me. My dick was ready to punch a hole in my athletic shorts.

Fuck me.

“Ooh, I think this one goes here,” she said, reaching across my arm. I assumed she was snagging a puzzle piece, but all I could focus on was her soft breasts pressed against my forearm. My muscles clenched.

“Dammit, Josie,” I gritted out.

She pulled back. “Sorry. I know, I know. I won’t try to help. I’m really messing with your routine, aren’t I?”

I shifted to catch her gaze and tried not to groan as she bit her lower lip.

Was I being punished or something?

“Yes, you are.”

“I really am sorry, Micah.”

“Are you?”

Her eyes widened.

I shook my head, breaking our held gaze. “Ignore me.”

“I’ll do yoga later,” she said.

I sighed. “No, don’t. We can both be in the same room, Josie.”

“You sure about that?”

There was something in her voice, and I stupidly thought it sounded like frustration that matched mine. I met her gaze again. Her pupils were full, her lips slightly parted, and it took everything in me to resist leaning in for a taste.

“Do you ever think about kissing me again?” Her words were soft, but I heard them clear as day.

My shoulders dropped. “Every fucking day.”

There was only a thin ring of hazel as her pupils dilated. Pink stained her cheeks, and I felt a matching heat in my face.

“But we shouldn’t, right?” she asked.

“No, probably not.”

My hand moved to her waist, resting gently on her hip, and it took all I had not to drag her against my body.

“It’s just a kiss,” she said, her tongue darting out at the corner of her lip.

I couldn’t hold back my groan this time.

“But it could get messy,” she pointed out.

“Fuck, I don’t care,” I rasped.

“Then kiss me, Micah,” she whispered, fitting her body against mine.

She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was done fighting. Instead, I snaked one hand up her spine and sank my fingers into the hair at the base of her head to hold her close.

Then I lowered my head and sealed my lips to hers, drinking in her soft moan.

She slanted her head, giving in to the kiss, and I groaned again. This kiss felt so different from our last. I didn’t let myself feel guilty for kissing her. We both wanted it and fighting it was useless and a waste of energy.

Her hands curled into my shirt, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips against her, knowing she could feel exactly how much I desperately wanted her.

Her lips parted on a gasp, and I licked against her tongue, tasting her, relishing every sound we made together. Her body rolled against mine. I wanted to lift her onto my damn puzzle table and devour her.

Screw my puzzle progress.

Her tongue swiped against mine, and she kissed me with all that she had. I couldn’t get enough. My hand on her hip squeezed, and then I shifted and grabbed her ass.

“Fuck, Micah,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, as I lifted her feet off the ground.

Then her lips closed themselves to mine again, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I carried her over to the wall, pressing her back against it as I kissed the hell out of her and cursed the fact that I’d removed all the bedroom furniture from the room.

Stupid relaxation room.

Her hands sank into my hair, holding my head in place while she tangled her tongue with mine.

Her moan vibrated through my entire body as we consumed each other. Fuck. I was an idiot for waiting so long to kiss her.

I wanted to strip us both bare and carry her into my bedroom and finally fuck her like I’d thought about on a loop since she’d moved in.

Hell, I’d thought about it for years if I was really being honest with myself.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I said against her lips. Then I nibbled along her lower lip before sealing my mouth to hers again, plunging my tongue in to dance along with hers.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it and continued to kiss her.

Then it buzzed again.

And again.

Josie pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Someone’s popular.”

Her breathy voice did nothing to calm my racing heart or my aching cock.

“They can wait,” I growled.

“Freaking hell, Micah. You should always growl. It’s fucking hot.”

I smirked, then growled again, “Is it?”

She raked her nails against my scalp, and I rocked my hips, loving the shudder that ran through her.

“You know it is.”

I should’ve known making out with Josie would be just as fun as bickering with her was. This was on another level. Our kiss years ago had been hot as hell, but this was so much more, even if it ended up blowing up in my face.

Then the alarm on my phone blared.

She broke the kiss. “What the hell is that?”

I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to even out my breathing. “I have to take a nap.”

She giggled softly. “And you need an alarm for that?”

I sighed and gave her a sad attempt at a glare. “I didn’t used to need an alarm. I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re fucking distracting as hell.”

Her grin widened before she tried to look stoic. “I’m very sorry about distracting you.”

I scoffed. “No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, I’m not. So, do you want a nap, buddy?” That twinkle in her eyes was going to be the death of me.

But I was on board with that.

Fucking hell. I was not ready to stop kissing my hurricane.

JOSIE

Was this seriously happening? Micah finally kissing the hell out of me? I should not have felt such a thrill at the fact that he had to set an alarm to remind him of his pregame routine because of me, but I enjoyed that power.

Kissing him was amazing and bittersweet at the same time. I couldn’t help but think of our first and only previous kiss four years ago and how I’d felt when he’d stepped back and said it was a mistake. I had always strived to be happy-go-lucky and brush off things I couldn’t change, but a part of me still felt the sting of his rejection, even if I knew it had more to do with his hangups about his ex and my brother than with me.

“We can’t have sex.” He paused. “Shit. Sorry. Not that I’m assuming that’s even on the table right now. I mean, yeah, we just kissed. But, uh, I don’t fuck right before a game. I need to just nap.” He shook his head, then met my gaze again, and I waited to see what rambling words would fall out of his mouth next.

“Pretend I didn’t just say any of that,” he muttered.

“Not happening, Micahtron,” I teased. “Is your game always this bad?”

His laugh was strained. “I’m not trying to have game right now.”

“Clearly,” I deadpanned.

He released his hold on my hips, and I lowered my legs, not even trying to avoid brushing against his rock-hard cock.

We both groaned.

“Fuck, Josie. I want to kiss you again.” He lifted his hands, cupping my face.

I shifted to kiss his palm. “See, that’s better game.”

He chuckled softly. “This isn’t a game to me. I want you so fucking bad it’s ridiculous, and there are so many ways that this could go wrong, but I’m finding it really fucking hard to care about any of them right now.”

“So don’t. Just kiss the hell out of me. That last one was decent,” I teased, nipping his palm.

His pupils were blown, and his body vibrated against mine. I wanted him to consume me.

“Decent, huh? Guess I’ll need to do better with the next one.”

And then his lips were back on mine, and one of his hands snaked down the side of my body, tracing every curve.

I gave into him without question, tracing my tongue along the seam of his lips and swallowing his groan when he allowed me entry. My tongue swept against his, tasting, teasing, drinking him in.

Holy hell, the man kissed like my favorite fantasies come to life, which was fitting since he’d featured in a lot of them over the years.

“Fuck, Josie,” he growled against my mouth before he dove back in, devouring me.

I rocked my hips against him, and his hard cock brushed against my belly. Desire spiraled through my body, and I sank my hands back into his hair, holding on as he kissed the hell out of me and giving back as good as I got.

Then his phone blared again.

“What the hell?” I gasped, pulling back. His lips were softly parted, his cheeks tinged pink, and I wanted to climb up his body. “How many alarms do you need to tell you to take a fucking nap?”

He pressed his forehead against mine and let out a pained chuckle. “I got distracted and set that last alarm to snooze instead of turning it off.”

I giggled. Yeah, I did that to him. It was empowering.

“I want to keep kissing you.” He shifted his head to pepper my jaw with kisses and little bites.

I shuddered under his touch, under the feel of his teeth along my jaw. It was like he wanted to inhale me, and I was a million percent on board.

“I’m not stopping you, but you need a nap.” Then my phone beeped. “Crap. And I have a date with Wally in ten minutes.”

He pulled back, his eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck is Wally?”

I bit back a grin. “Oh, just this guy. He’s kinda short, super sweet. A great listener. Always trying to lick my face. His breath is brutal, though.”

Micah sighed. “It’s a dog, isn’t it?”

I grinned. “Yup. New client. Lives in this building, so I just have to take him for a few laps around the rooftop garden today because it’s been snowing so hard this week.” I lifted up on my toes and kissed his nose. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he muttered. “Okay. Maybe. Fuck. I can’t help it, Josie. I want you too much. Jealous of a damn dog.”

“I had you going, didn’t I?”

“Why do you have to torment me?”

I shrugged. “Because it’s easy.”

His gaze traveled down my body, and I felt like I was going to go up in flames.

“So, if you had to go walk Wally, why are you wearing a tiny yoga outfit?”

I nibbled my lower lip and held his gaze. “To torment you, why else?”

“Dammit, Hurricane,” he rasped. His arm banded around my waist, and he walked me back until I was pressed against the wall again. His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue swiped against my lips, and I instantly gave in, melting into his body and relishing just how freaking phenomenally this man could kiss.

I hitched my leg around his thigh, craving friction, needing to feel his hard cock, even if sex was off the table until after the game. A shudder rolled through me. Would this go past kissing?

Freaking hell, I hoped so. He seemed ready to combust, and I was right there with him.

He canted his hips, his hard cock rubbing against me, while his mouth never broke the kiss.

“Yes.” I sucked in a breath of air as his lips left mine.

“How wet are you, Hurricane?” he gritted out, and my mouth dropped open.

Fuck me. This man.

“I won’t get off before the game. I want the edge. But that doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“Oh, my. Micah,” I whispered.

“How wet are you? If I dip my fingers inside you, will I find you want me as much as I fucking want you?”

I could only nod, my gaze locked on his. He licked his lips.

“Let me touch you.” His fingers on the hand that wasn’t still gripping my hip were already skating over my sports bra. He rubbed his thumb over one hard nipple, then the other, and I cursed the fabric between us.

My stomach tightened as he continued his trek down my body, pausing at the waistband of my yoga shorts.

“Please. Please, Micah,” I begged.

He groaned. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for more.”

His hand slipped under my shorts, and his thumb grazed over my clit. I arched into his touch, my head hitting the wall behind me.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.” He circled my clit with his thumb before he plunged one finger inside of my clenching body.

“Micah,” I moaned. “Oh god.” My hips rolled into his touch.

“Can I taste you, Josie?”

His words were murmured against my lips, and then he dropped to his knees, dragging my yoga shorts down my legs as he went.

I sank my fingers into his hair. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, all flushed and needy like this. You’re killing me right now. I need to feel you come on my tongue. Will you let me?”

I tightened my hold in his hair and shifted my hips as close to his mouth as I could get. “Stop talking.”

He chuckled darkly and palmed my ass, lifting me up the wall.

Oh hell, that was fantasy-level epic.

Then he was moving my legs over his shoulders, and his warm breath washed over my heated center. His hands were back on my ass, holding me against his face, and with the first swipe of his tongue, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.

He devoured me like a man starved. His tongue was doing something magical to my clit, and he licked and feasted, and I couldn’t get close enough as I rolled my hips and scraped my nails through his hair.

I had no control over the sounds falling from my lips, but they only seemed to encourage him to keep going. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as his groans vibrated through me.

“I’m close… Oh, yes… please… Don’t… Oh, don’t stop.” I gasped, one hand leaving his hair to sink into my own while I arched into his hold.

I glanced down, catching his dark gaze.

He pulled back slightly, and I rolled my hips, chasing his mouth. “Come for me, Hurricane. Come all over my face.” And then his lips pressed against me again, sucking on my clit, and I gave over to the sensation, to his expert mouth, and came, his name a cry on my lips.

My orgasm wracked my body. I was so freaking sensitive as he continued to hold me against his mouth, drinking me in.

“Fucking delicious,” he rasped against my fevered skin.

“Oh. Uh. Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t think my legs will work.”

He chuckled and kissed my lower belly as said legs fell from his shoulders.

Then he was standing up, his hands under my ass again, and he lifted me into his arms, pressing me against the wall.

“Shit. Wally,” I said.

“Should I be offended that, after that, the first thing you think about is a damn dog?” he teased.

I looped my arms around his neck and swayed my body against his, thrilling at the sounds that fell from his lips and the feel of his hard-as-steel cock under my ass.

“Don’t judge me right now. You scrambled my brains. You pushed me against the wall, so I thought Wally.”

He grinned. “I guess that’s fair since you’ve been messing with my head since you walked into Tipsy.”

I loved hearing how much I got to him. Nice to see it was mutual.

I scratched my fingers through his hair, sucking in a breath when he rocked his cock against me. “Ugh. I really have to go right now, and I don’t want to.”

“I guess it would be okay if you joined me for my nap when you get back.” Then he gave me a stern look. “But no sex.”

I pouted. “Fine, fine. Guess I’ll just have to keep you on edge until you leave for your game.”

He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Hey. I’m not the one with the dumb no-sex rule.”

Then I slid my body down his and stepped out of his hold, giving into the shudder that coursed through me. My legs were still a bit wobbly when I walked into his closet to grab my winter walking gear.

I made sure to bend over in front of him as I got dressed, chuckling when he bit out a curse.

Spinning around, I caught him raking his hand through his hair, and I walked over and patted him on the chest.

“Enjoy your nap, Micahtron. I feel so refreshed right now. Relaxed and light on my feet.”

He growled and tugged me until I was plastered against his hard body.

Then he slammed his lips onto mine and gave me a bruising kiss, along with a smack on my ass. My body was starting to ramp up for round two.

I couldn’t freaking wait.