The Billionaire's Voice (The Sinclairs #4) (20 page)

CHAPTER 19

Micah was doubtful that he was going to last very long. Hell, Tessa had haunted his dreams day and night. When he wasn’t fucking dreaming about being inside her, he was thinking about it.

Yeah, he’d worried about her while he was in New York, but more than that, he just wanted to
see
her again,
touch
her again.

He took little comfort in the fact that she had a new dog for company.
He
wanted to be at her side.
He
wanted to be with her. Shit, he was almost jealous of a damn dog that had shared her bed while he was gone!

He fisted her hair, pulling her mouth harder against his. The intimacy was satisfying, but after the torment of missing her for the last few days, it wasn’t enough. He could feel her liquid heat against his stomach, and he wanted to be inside her with an obsession he couldn’t control.

Pulling her hair just hard enough to break the embrace, he forewarned her, “If I’m not inside you in the next three seconds, I’m going to do it myself.”

Why in the hell did I promise to let her take control? Granted, she looks hot as hell on top of me, grinding her hips against me, her curly hair fanning out from her beautiful face with an expression so needy that it’s tearing me apart.

Taking a hand from her hair, he said demandingly, “One!” He held up one finger.

“You promised,” she said as she sat up and slid down his body slowly, leaving a trail of liquid heat on his lower abdomen.

His other hand fell from her silky locks and he immediately cupped one of her ample breasts, gritting his teeth as he noticed that her nipple was already peaked and hard.

“Two!” He held up another finger, letting it join the first.

“Wait! I’m not used to this. I’ve never done it before,” she said anxiously.

Jesus! She’s never ridden a guy to oblivion before?

Micah realized that he’d never given her a chance. He was always desperate for her, and he immediately took the lead, never giving her an opportunity to ride him. Obviously, her ex hadn’t let her have her way with him, either.

He tried to clear his mind of any other man touching Tessa. It made him too crazy.

The muscles in his jaw tightened as Tessa fumbled with his rock-hard cock.

“Two and a half!” He didn’t add another finger to the count.

Tessa looked flustered, and he knew he was going to have to wait, but the tutoring would be worth it.

He took both his hands and grasped her hips. “Guide me in, slowly lower yourself down,” he rasped desperately, pushing her hips down as he flexed his groin upward.

A powerful groan left his mouth as he felt her muscles tightening around him. He went deeper . . . and then deeper still.

“Three!” he said with immense relief and intense satisfaction as her slick muscles engulfed him completely, and he was buried inside her to the root of his dick, exactly where he needed to be.

He was already damp with sweat, his control on a hair trigger. “Ride me, baby,” he commanded. “Now!”

“How?” she asked uncertainly as she ground down with her hips experimentally. “God, you feel so deep like this.”

Micah fucking loved that, going deep, and he did feel completely consumed. “Any way you want to. Just move.”

He was starting to sweat bullets as he ached for release. But he wasn’t coming before she did. Ladies always came first.

“Are you my horse?” she asked with a sultry smile. “I’m starting to feel like a cowgirl.”

“I’m whatever the hell you want me to be,” he confessed hoarsely as he held her hips tightly and withdrew, then thrust back up.

“Oh,” she murmured, her head falling back as a sexy moan escaped from her mouth.

“I’ve never ridden a horse,” she admitted as she panted, her hands moving to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she lifted her hips and slammed back down onto his cock.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Take your pleasure,” Micah encouraged, even though he knew she couldn’t see his words. He was caught up in the moment, watching the sensual creature on top of him with a combination of awe and carnal lust.

She moved gracefully, her body catching the motion of his upward thrusts, meeting his over and over until she fell into a furious rhythm that was driving him to the point of madness. His balls tightened, his body clamoring for release, but he held back as much as he could, watching completely enthralled as Tessa’s hands pleasured her breasts, moaning with every collision of their groins, looking lost in her own desires.

“So good, Micah. It feels so good.” Her head fell forward again, her long curls covering her face as she finally stopped torturing her nipples and rested her hands on his shoulders. “I need to come so bad.”

Micah’s heart and hand responded to her desire. Without stopped his punishing strokes upward, he pressed a hand between their bodies and found her clit, stroking over the slick nub with the force he knew she wanted right now.

“Oh, God. Yes. Please,” she whimpered.

He felt her body begin to tighten, her muscles starting to wrap around his cock like a well-fitting glove.

He swiped the hair from her face, flipping it carelessly backward so he could see her.

Her expression was the mixture of agony and ecstasy that was always present when she was on the verge of climax, and her scream of pleasure was his undoing.

“Micah!”

The sound of his name on her lips as she crested sent him over the edge. He thrust up hard, letting her milk him of his own orgasm, and he groaned helplessly as his hands went to her ass. He gripped it hard as he exploded inside her with a force that rocked his entire world.

She collapsed on top of him, completely spent, and he savored the contact of their damp bodies skin-to-skin. He stroked her hair as she panted and laid her head on his still-heaving chest.

Mine! This woman is my other half, the part of me that’s always been missing.

Maybe he’d thought Beatrice was more than a little bit crazy, but of all the women in the world, she
had
figured out the one who fit him just right, found the woman who would make him whole.

It just so happened that Micah had that very woman sprawled across his body right now, and there was no place he’d rather be than beneath her, cradling her body against his. His mind, soul, and body were completely at peace.

Tessa stirred and started to separate them. “I’m heavy,” she murmured.

He turned her face to his as he said, “Stay and kiss me.”

She frowned at him, but she didn’t move. “Still bossy? I thought I was the boss right now.”

Tessa had no idea that
she
was his Achilles’ heel, his greatest weakness, yet still his greatest source of strength. It was an uncomfortable position to be in, but he was getting used to it. Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted if she’d just fucking kiss him. “Do it,” he said huskily.

She smiled at him as she lowered her head a little. “Okay. But only because I want to.”

Micah closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of her breath on his lips, and his heart began to pound against the wall of his chest as she gave him the sweetest kiss he’d ever had.

“Okay?” she asked as she pulled back.

“Yeah.” He nodded, pulling her back against him.

What am I going to do with her? What’s going to happen if I can’t convince her that we can make this work forever?

He listened to her breathing slow as she fell asleep, his eyes closing as his arms tightened around her body protectively.

As he drifted into sleep, Micah realized there were no “ifs” for him, no pondering failure. He needed Tessa like he needed his next breath. Failure wasn’t an option.

For the first time in his life, he’d found the woman he couldn’t live without, and he had no intention of letting her go.

Micah fell into a dreamless sleep, not even stirring when Homer came back into the room, hopped up on the bed, and took an available space next to the two of them with a happy doggie sigh.

“I found out I’m rich,” Tessa told Micah excitedly the next morning as they sat at the breakfast table.

Micah looked up from his food, surprised. “What? I thought you just said you’re rich.”

She smiled at him. “Okay, I’m not rich like you are, but I have money.”

He listened closely as Tessa told him how much money she’d discovered in her bank account, and about her talk with Liam the day before.

“I’ve decided to try the implants again, Micah,” she told him softly. “I know for sure I have the funds now, I’m dealing with reality, and I have no reason not to try.”

He’d been planning on paying anything she needed to pay to get the implants if that’s what she really wanted, and it rankled just a little that he doubted that she’d let him. Now that she knew she had funds, she wasn’t the type of woman to take advantage of the offer he’d planned on making.

“When?” he asked cautiously.

“Sarah has a doctor friend in New York. She set me up to see her while I’m there. I’m going to have a consult to see if it’s even advisable for me to try again.”

“I don’t see why not. If you were a candidate before, then I would think you still are.” He was happy that Tessa had found the strength to try again, but now
he
was nervous.

With all of her disappointments in the past, and so many tragic events behind her, the last thing he wanted was for her to ever hurt or be sad again. He consoled himself with the fact that he’d be there for her now and in the future if pain found its way back into her life. He knew Tessa, and Micah realized that she needed to try.

“I’m nervous, but I’ll be okay with whatever happens. I think the not knowing would be worse than knowing that it doesn’t work,” Tessa explained.

Micah knew he’d feel the same way, but her courage—still present even after so many bad things had happened to her—still humbled him sometimes.

He took her hand. “It will work, Tessa.”

She squeezed his hand. “Even if it doesn’t, I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll go with you.” It wasn’t really an offer; it was fact. He
was
going to be there with her.

“It’s after the performance. I thought maybe you’d be going back to work,” she said hesitantly.

“I’ve been working,” he growled. “Even though I’m here, I’m still working remotely. I can go with you.”

She finally nodded. “I’d like that, since I assumed you wouldn’t be coming back to Amesport.”

“Who said I’m not coming back?” he rasped. “I’m trying to get as much of the builds up as possible before the snow starts flying, and Julian and I need to deal with Xander. There’s a rehab with great results in Massachusetts. I’m hoping we can convince him to go before we leave for New York. But if I can’t, I’m not sure where we’ll go from there.”

Shit!
His fucking heart was bleeding, and Tessa was
already
writing him off?

“Julian said he was handling Xander, and I guessed since you had so many men working on the houses, you’d just leave somebody in charge,” Tessa said quietly.

Honestly, he could easily do that, but then he’d have to be away from Tessa, and good-bye wasn’t a word he was planning to say to her. Ever. He just hadn’t told her that yet.

He pulled his hand back, wondering if she
wanted
him to stay in New York. “I guess I haven’t exactly planned what was going to happen.”

“Micah, don’t feel like you have to stay because of me, because you’re worried about hurting me. You did a lot for me, made me step out of my comfort zone and succeed. I knew what I was getting into when all this started. I knew it wasn’t forever. I can handle things alone. I’ve done it before. I don’t need you to be here.”

He glared at her, seeing the regret on her face. Holy hell,
she
was blowing
him
off? It was ironic that at one time he’d worried about hurting her when he had to return to New York. “What about the performance?”

She wrung her hands together nervously, ignoring the food on her plate. “I’ll need you there, but if you want to teach somebody else to do it—”

“I’m doing it,” he said evenly as he stood up, unable to sit here knowing she wanted him gone.