Love to Hate You (Hope Valley #9) - Jessica Prince Page 0,5

what are you doing in a bar?”

“Met up with some old buddies for a drink. We were just finishing up when I saw you walk in.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice as his fingers took another trip along the back of my hand. “Decided the smartest thing I could do was stick around after that.”

I was suddenly feeling lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with the beer. The green of his eyes flashed again and his nostrils flared as he watched my lips part and my tongue peek out to swipe across the bottom one.

I’d never in my life been in a situation where I craved a man I didn’t know to the point it made me squirm. I wanted Micah in a way I hadn’t experienced in way too damn long. I’d never pictured myself as the kind of woman who could pull off a one-night stand, but the thought of missing out on this chance left a sour taste in my mouth, and the more time we spent together the more I turned that idea over in my head until it seemed like the most brilliant idea ever.

It wasn’t until my body’s unexpected reaction to him that I realized I hadn’t had sex in nearly a year. Once that little discovery pushed itself to the forefront of my mind, it was like a fire had been lit in my blood. Having sex with Micah was all I could think about.

I felt like I was someone else as I leaned forward and placed my palm on his thick, solid thigh, and I hardly recognized the throaty voice that came from my mouth as I said, “I have a room a few blocks away if you want to come back with me.”

I didn’t get that flash again, but that bright, vibrant green suddenly turned dark as he rasped, “Fuck yeah, Red. Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter Two

Hayden

What the hell was I doing?

You’re having fun, and hopefully getting an orgasm at the same time, the voice inside my head declared. I imagined her as the devil on one shoulder and waited for the angel that was supposed to be on the other to speak up, but apparently, she’d taken a vacation.

I could feel Micah right behind me, the heat of his big, strong body pressing against my back as I swiped my keycard over the scanner. He reached around me the instant the lock beeped and the light turned green, twisting the handle and throwing the door to my hotel room open.

Nerves fluttered in my belly like leaves caught in a harsh wind as he used his weight to guide me into the room and closed the door behind us. At the sound of the lock clicking firmly into place I experienced a brief second of I’m not sure I can do this, but that fear faded as soon as he brushed my hair aside and started trailing his lips up and down my neck. My nipples tightened and my breasts grew heavy. My head fell back against his shoulder on a sigh while my lips parted to let out a low moan.

Every inch of my body felt like an exposed nerve as he snaked an arm around the front of me.

“Christ, you smell good,” he rumbled against my skin, sucking on the cord of my neck as he slipped his fingers into the loose neckline of my sweater and cupped my breast in his large hand. “Feel really fuckin’ good too.”

God, so did he. “Micah,” I said on a throaty whisper, twisting my neck so I could gain access to his lips. He didn’t make me wait. He fused his mouth to mine as soon as it was within reach, kissing me like he’d been starved for it. His tongue thrust in, stroking against mine as he spun me around and dug his fingers into my hair, gripping it and bending my head so he could get better access.

The kiss went from sizzling to downright electric in a blink. Lifting up on my toes, I fed deeper, tasting every inch of his mouth, getting off on the hoppy, tangy flavor left behind from the beer he’d been drinking.

I was so consumed with his taste, with the way he was running his hands over me like he couldn’t feel or explore enough, that I hadn’t realized he’d moved us until my back slammed into the wall.

For some strange reason, the impact made me burn even hotter. I