Always with you. Only with you. Is it so wrong for you to be vulnerable to someone who cares so much about you?”
“Yes,” he said painfully. “I don’t want to ever give someone that kind of power to destroy me.”
She leaned down to kiss him. His hands gripped her shoulders and he pulled her closer, his mouth melting over hers in a warm, sweet rush.
It was she who took control of the kiss. She touched his cheek, in a loving gesture, stroking as her tongue swept over his, light and soothing. She inhaled deeply, holding his scent, letting it wash through her quivering nostrils.
Though he wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t admit it, his actions screamed louder than the boldest of words. He cared. Maybe too much. Maybe not enough. But when he touched her, all she felt was the most exquisite rush of love. It filled her with hope, made her heart ache.
She rotated, sliding her leg over his body, her lips never leaving his. Only when she’d straddled him did she break away.
She slid back until his cock jutted upward against her belly. She stroked lightly, running her fingers up and down the steel length. Then she rose up and tucked it into place. Slowly, reverently, she lowered herself onto his erection.
Their harsh breathing filled the air. She trembled. He shook. He reached for her waist, holding tight. She fell forward, bracing her hands against his chest.
When she was seated fully, she traced a path down his chest with her fingers, touching, loving. So soft, as if she could instill a hundred years’ worth of love in just a few moments’ time. She rolled her hips, making sweet, slow love to him.
Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her, a glow emanating from his dark depths. Yes, he could say what he want, he could hide behind his fears, but his eyes didn’t lie.
She reached for his hands, pulled them together over her belly and then slid them up her body until she clasped them over her heart.
“I love you, Micah,” she whispered. “You may not want it. You may not need it. But you’ll always have it. It doesn’t come with any strings or expectations. It’s given freely.”
With an agonized groan, he rose up, gathering her in his arms. He buried his face in her neck as he shuddered his release deep into her body.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight to her. She soothed her hands over his skin and just held him as he held on to her.
“Don’t love me, Angel.”
She smiled against his hair. “That’s one thing you can’t control, Micah.”
CHAPTER 36
Micah sat on the edge of the bed watching Angelina sleep. She was sprawled indelicately across the mattress, the sheets tangled at her feet. Her hair spread in a disheveled veil across her pillow, and she looked completely at peace.
When had she managed to creep past his defenses? He almost snorted. What defenses? He didn’t seem to have any where she was concerned.
She loved him. It awed him and scared him shitless. He hadn’t wanted her to love him—she deserved so much better than him—but he wasn’t going to lie to himself. Her love restored life to parts of him that had died with Hannah.
An ache started low in his gut when he thought of Hannah. So young and beautiful. So full of life. His only comfort was that she hadn’t gone alone. David had been there with her, had gone with her. And Micah had been the one left alone.
And you left Angelina alone.
The thought was a fist to the gut. He’d spent so much time alternately grieving for and being angry at Hannah because she’d left him. And then he’d done the same thing to Angelina. Hannah hadn’t had a choice, but he had.
His cell phone rang, and he reached to grab it off the nightstand so it wouldn’t wake Angelina. He moved away from the bed as he flipped it open.
“Hello,” he said in a low voice.
“Micah, this is Chad. Look I have some stuff you need to see. Is there somewhere we can meet?”
Micah shook his head in confusion. “Where are you?”
“In a cab. I flew into Bush half an hour ago. I think I have our guy.”
Adrenaline surged in Micah’s veins. “You know who it is?”
“Yeah, I think so. Now we just have to find him. I brought all the information I could dig up on him with me. Can we hook up somewhere?”
“Yeah, sure. Look, give the cabdriver