Her gaze lifted until she could see his face clearly in the large mirror over the counter, her core flooding with liquid heat as she caught his expression. His eyes were dark and filled with a desperate need that echoed in her soul. For a moment, their gazes caught and held in the reflective glass, both of them communicating without words.
Finally, Micah seemed to snap, and he moved forward, urged her legs apart with his feet, then pushed urgently on her back. His feral longing was contagious, and Tessa leaned forward and placed her palms on the bathroom vanity, her only thought getting him inside her.
Her head dropped and her back arched as she felt his fingers delving between her thighs. “Please. Don’t wait,” she panted, knowing she couldn’t take his teasing right now.
She lifted her head as he tugged on her wet hair, knowing instinctively that he wanted to say something.
“This is exactly what I wanted to do since the moment I saw you in that bathroom in the guesthouse. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right there in the bathroom until the ache to have you went away.” Her sheath contracted as she read his words in his voice, a low, husky sound that she could imagine in her mind.
It was hard to believe that somebody like Micah had felt instant lust when she’d been nothing more than the cleaning lady at the Sinclair guest homes. She’d been dressed in her oldest clothing, and she’d come there from a snowstorm. That couldn’t have been an enticing sight, but she believed him. Even then, she’d wanted him, too. But she’d also been staring at his nude body straight from the shower. Her attraction made sense. His . . . not so much.
“Do it now, then,” Tessa begged as she met his hungry eyes. “Do it.”
“I plan on it,” he said, the muscle in his jaw ticking with restraint. “It’s like living out a fantasy I’ve had for a long time.”
His fingers teased her clit, then moved through her slick heat like he owned it. She moaned and let her head drop back down again, unable to speak even if she wanted to, as she felt the head of his cock finally probing the entrance to her channel.
She pushed her hips back eagerly as Micah surged forward, then she whimpered in ecstasy as he seated himself to the root.
“Yes,” she cried out, her entire body quivering in anticipation.
He grasped her hips, hammering into her as she quickly caught his frenzied pace and pushed back to meet every thrust.
Micah fucked just like he lived his life: fast, furious, and like a force of nature that couldn’t be stopped.
Not that Tessa wanted him to stop. She loved it when Micah reacted to her like this, as though she was the only thing in the world he wanted, needed. It was that very intensity that made being with him so raw, so incredibly carnal that she lost herself to the ferociously erotic reaction her body had to Micah’s merciless pursuit of her orgasm.
Her climax didn’t do a slow approach. It steamrolled over her as Micah sought and found her clit, fingering boldly as he pummeled into her again and again.
“Oh, God. Micah!” she screamed as her muscles clenched around his cock.
He grasped her hips harder, surging hard a few more times before he stopped, spilling his warm release deep inside her.
Her body still trembling, Tessa lifted her head to watch him. His head was tilted slightly back, the big muscles in his neck flexing, his expression ravaged as he opened his mouth in what she knew was a silent roar of triumph.
In that moment, she wished that she could hear him as he came, but she satisfied herself with watching his big, glorious body shudder, knowing that he’d had the same mind-blowing sensations that she’d experienced.
She was in his arms within moments, her exhausted, limp, and spent body being supported by Micah’s strength as he lifted her ass onto the counter and cradled her head against his shoulder. Tessa sighed as his hand slid up and down her naked back, and she found a resting place for her arms around his neck.
Her mind and body relaxed, feeling Micah’s chest rise and fall against her, the pace steadily decreasing as they both caught their breath.
It’s like the calm after a storm.
Tessa had come to realize that, although she’d been surviving, she hadn’t been living until she’d met Micah, until she’d had him to challenge her to reach higher. She’d been coasting through life, but she’d never really been happy for most of her entire adult life. Maybe when she’d been younger and skating, her ambitions had consumed her. But somewhere along the way, she’d lost who she was and what she’d wanted from life. Yeah, her life had changed irrevocably, but she’d let herself and other people set some pretty tame limits on what she could and couldn’t do because she was deaf.
Now, she understood that she had very few limits unless she wanted them. Of course, there were always going to be things she couldn’t do, but that was probably true for most people for one reason or another.
Hadn’t her unexpected battle with meningitis taught her that life was fleeting and so very short to put things off because of fear? Maybe it hadn’t back then, but she could see so much more clearly now.
She hugged Micah tighter, knowing the day would come when she’d have to let go, but she wasn’t going to regret what had happened between them. Ever. The pain of letting go would never outweigh the experience of being with him, even if it only lasted a little while.
When they finally disentangled themselves, she saw a sudden worried thought pass over his expression.
“What?” she asked, reaching out to catch his arm.
“Tessa, I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t use a fucking condom!” Micah raked his hand through his wet hair.