Read Online Losing It: A Collection of VCards by Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish - Free Book Online
Authors: Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish
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making me feel a little weak in the knees as I get into the car. Not that I’m weak. I didn’t fall apart when Micah left the city, and I didn’t pine away for him when I didn’t hear from him for months. But I also think I deserve to be a little greedy now that he’s back, and I want him just for another few hours or so. Or maybe even the rest of the night.
Micah’s hand rests on my knee, my fingers laced with his, but we don’t say much on the way to my house. Though it was fun to be part of the chaos tonight, I close my eyes now. Revel in the quiet. Savor the rough feel of Micah’s thumb as he rubs the tender part of my inner palm, loving how close I feel to him right now because he invited me into the alliance. Ever since he returned, he’s had these new invisible walls in place, and it hurts. But tonight he brought down every last bit of his guard, and it’s like he just shared with me his entire world.
I hope he knows how grateful I am that he let me back in, and I wish I could show him how much it means to me. We have to stop at a red light, and I stare at his profile – at his strong jaw held a little too tightly, at the slight frown etched in his brow. He turns to me in surprise as I unbuckle my seat belt, and I lean over to kiss him on the cheek but our lips touch instead. His hand cups my cheek, his kiss slowly becoming deeper, hungrier. I climb half onto his seat, my fingers tangling through his blond hair as I try to get closer. Little shocks of electricity burst through me as his fingertips trace the line of my neck, as they move lower still to barely brush against my breasts.
"Hope," he groans against my lips.
A car honks from behind us, and I settle back into my seat, reluctantly. I lace my fingers with his again, my insides feeling warm as his dark blue gaze lingers on me.
The car honks at us again, and he shoots me a lopsided grin before turning his attention back to the road. “What did I do to earn that kiss?"
"You took me to meet your entire demon family," I say back. "I guess I was just trying to say thank you. I hope they liked me."
He glances at me as he takes the turn into my neighborhood. "Of course I'd want you to meet them. And they loved you. How could they not love you?"
I can think of a few reasons off the top of my head, but I feel my cheeks flush at his statement for some reason. I hit the garage door button when he turns onto my street, trying to keep realistic expectations as he pulls the car into the garage. Micah will probably fly back to the group right now. But as I stare at the door leading into my house, all I can think about is how happy I am that he’s back. How close I feel to him after everything that we’ve been through, both bad and good. And about the fact that Davis’ car isn’t here, which means we have the entire house to ourselves.
Micah reaches over for my hand again after killing the engine, and when I look at him, he’s already looking at me, his expression very serious. He lifts my hand and kisses it, his lips warm and soft as they press against my skin, and the heat in my cheeks radiates all the way down to my core. A sense of anticipation buzzes like electricity between us, my need to ask him to stay the night with me transforming into an ache.
At the same time, the logical part of me fires up, thinking about all of the things he probably needs to still do tonight. He should get back to the alliance, and I should be happy that I got to spend as much time with him as I did. But I tell that part of me to shut up for now. My emotions need to win this round, and for once I’m going to let them.
“Do you want to come in?
He smiles a little. “Do you even have to ask?”
My heart may not beat anymore, but it feels like my chest is humming as I take his hand and lead him to my room. Micah approaches me as I close and lock my bedroom door, trailing his fingers along my neck to pull my hair back over my shoulders. Before I can turn around, his
Micah’s hand rests on my knee, my fingers laced with his, but we don’t say much on the way to my house. Though it was fun to be part of the chaos tonight, I close my eyes now. Revel in the quiet. Savor the rough feel of Micah’s thumb as he rubs the tender part of my inner palm, loving how close I feel to him right now because he invited me into the alliance. Ever since he returned, he’s had these new invisible walls in place, and it hurts. But tonight he brought down every last bit of his guard, and it’s like he just shared with me his entire world.
I hope he knows how grateful I am that he let me back in, and I wish I could show him how much it means to me. We have to stop at a red light, and I stare at his profile – at his strong jaw held a little too tightly, at the slight frown etched in his brow. He turns to me in surprise as I unbuckle my seat belt, and I lean over to kiss him on the cheek but our lips touch instead. His hand cups my cheek, his kiss slowly becoming deeper, hungrier. I climb half onto his seat, my fingers tangling through his blond hair as I try to get closer. Little shocks of electricity burst through me as his fingertips trace the line of my neck, as they move lower still to barely brush against my breasts.
"Hope," he groans against my lips.
A car honks from behind us, and I settle back into my seat, reluctantly. I lace my fingers with his again, my insides feeling warm as his dark blue gaze lingers on me.
The car honks at us again, and he shoots me a lopsided grin before turning his attention back to the road. “What did I do to earn that kiss?"
"You took me to meet your entire demon family," I say back. "I guess I was just trying to say thank you. I hope they liked me."
He glances at me as he takes the turn into my neighborhood. "Of course I'd want you to meet them. And they loved you. How could they not love you?"
I can think of a few reasons off the top of my head, but I feel my cheeks flush at his statement for some reason. I hit the garage door button when he turns onto my street, trying to keep realistic expectations as he pulls the car into the garage. Micah will probably fly back to the group right now. But as I stare at the door leading into my house, all I can think about is how happy I am that he’s back. How close I feel to him after everything that we’ve been through, both bad and good. And about the fact that Davis’ car isn’t here, which means we have the entire house to ourselves.
Micah reaches over for my hand again after killing the engine, and when I look at him, he’s already looking at me, his expression very serious. He lifts my hand and kisses it, his lips warm and soft as they press against my skin, and the heat in my cheeks radiates all the way down to my core. A sense of anticipation buzzes like electricity between us, my need to ask him to stay the night with me transforming into an ache.
At the same time, the logical part of me fires up, thinking about all of the things he probably needs to still do tonight. He should get back to the alliance, and I should be happy that I got to spend as much time with him as I did. But I tell that part of me to shut up for now. My emotions need to win this round, and for once I’m going to let them.
“Do you want to come in?
He smiles a little. “Do you even have to ask?”
My heart may not beat anymore, but it feels like my chest is humming as I take his hand and lead him to my room. Micah approaches me as I close and lock my bedroom door, trailing his fingers along my neck to pull my hair back over my shoulders. Before I can turn around, his
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