touch. His power. The way he hadn’t asked. He’d simply taken what he deemed his.
She shivered again as he elbowed his way into the apartment.
“Are you cold?” he asked in concern.
She shook her head. “No, just remembering.”
He stiffened, and the tortured look returned to his face. She started to correct his assumption that it was a bad remembrance for her, but he set her down on the couch and immediately went about removing her shoes.
“I’m going to go start a hot shower for you,” he said in a low voice. “It’ll make you feel better. Take your time. Are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you something to eat?”
She smiled. “The shower sounds heavenly, and no, I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
She watched him stride away, his face creased into lines of worry. With a sigh, she sank against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Always, always she’d known that sex with Micah would be nothing short of amazing.
She craved that darker edge, the thin line between right and wrong. He was all she wanted, and she wanted him as he was—dark, brooding, unapologetic—not as he thought he should be. She wanted to be his.
Angel?”
She opened her eyes to see Micah standing over her, concern bright in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I can still take you to the hospital. Are you hurting anywhere?”
Boy, were they going to have a long talk when she got out of the shower. This guilt complex was quickly fraying her nerves.
She reached out so he could help her up, and he quickly took her hand and gently pulled her to a standing position. Ignoring his question entirely, she went toward the bathroom, her need for gallons and gallons of hot water outweighing her desire to kick Micah’s ass.
The bathroom mirrors were already fogged up, and she let out a blissful sigh as she stripped down and stepped into the shower. For a long moment she stood in the spray, eyes closed as she relieved the sensation of Micah’s hands on her, his cock inside her and the most intense orgasm of her life. She’d lit up like a firecracker the moment he thrust into her. She’d started coming and hadn’t stopped until he’d found his own quick release.
Realizing she’d spent a long time in the shower and Micah was probably wearing a hole in the carpet in the living room, she turned off the water and stepped out to dry off. She’d just gotten the towel wrapped around her when the door opened and Micah stuck his head in.
After a quick glance, presumably to see if she was halfway decent, he shoved into the small bathroom.
“You were taking a long time. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said gruffly.
With a sigh she let the towel drop so that she stood nude before him. He took a hasty step backward, and she almost rolled her eyes. It wasn’t as though she was going to jump him.
“I’m fine. See?”
She turned in a circle so he could see her body for himself.
She couldn’t control the quiver when his fingers brushed across a faint bruise on her hip.
“I bruised you,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
“I bruise very easily, Micah. You didn’t hurt me.”
When she’d turned back around fully, he took her hands and turned her wrists over. His thumb rubbed across the red lines left by the ropes, and his expression grew stormy.
“They tied them too tight. There was no need for them to hurt you. I should have stepped in and put a stop to it all.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked curiously.
He swallowed and looked away. Then he reached for the towel and carefully wrapped it around her.
“Go get something on. You can borrow my robe if you want. There’s a lot we need to talk about, and it can’t wait.”
She frowned at the urgency in his voice and reached for the robe hanging on the towel rack.
“I’ll be in the living room. Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”
“Go,” she said, shooing him with her hands.
He backed out of the bathroom, and Angelina dropped the towel to put her robe on, shaking her head the entire time. She gave her hair a thorough rub before she did a quick comb-through to rid it of tangles.
Fingering the strands from her face, she left the bathroom and returned to the living room, where Micah sat on the sofa, his elbows on his knees, his