Ruthless Rose: A High School Bad Boy Romance (Rosehaven Academy Book 3)

by Leila James

  Chapter 24

  Oh my God. I’m kissing Micah. Me. Daphne Davis. I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to care. His tongue flicks, his lips rub, and he devours me whole. He’s ravenous. Starving. For me. I’m wet and cold, but there’s an inferno raging inside me. His kisses leave me breathless.

  He takes my hand in his, maneuvering it between us until he puts it right where he wants it. “Daph, you make me so hard.” His dick practically throbs, and the pulsing deep in my core is a match for his need. I’m naive and inexperienced, but I’m pretty sure I know where this road goes. I don’t know if I should listen to my head and slow things down or if I should charge forward into oblivion with him. I feel like I can trust Micah.

  His lips are wild, sliding down my neck. He drops heated, open-mouthed kisses over my skin and licks his way down my V-neck shirt to my chest. My hand is caged over his dick with one of his as the other roams down to find its way under the hem of my shirt.

  His hand deftly slides up my torso and under my sports bra to come into direct contact with my bare breast. A surge of desire shoots down my spine, sizzling the whole way. My panties are soaked from all the water, but I’m fairly certain I’m wet for Micah—my body recognizes what it wants from his.

  In the back of my head, I hear cars driving by, but I pay them no mind. I’m too wound up in the sensations Micah evokes within me. I slide my hand up and down over his erection, until he detaches himself from me, his breath heaving from him.

  “Holy fuck.” He rubs his hand through his wet hair, glancing down the street. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  My brain is so lust-fogged, I can hardly think. “What?” I swallow hard, looking up at him.

  “I mean, we should go inside.”

  “Oh.” I glance over at his SUV. “Do you have a change of clothes?”

  He nods, working his jaw back and forth. “Yeah.” He picks up the hose where he’d dropped it earlier, gives my car a final spray down, then walks over to the side of the house to turn the water off.

  Standing there waiting for him, I begin to shake. I have no clue if it’s due to the fact that I’m wet and cold or because I want his hands and lips on me again that badly. He makes my body tremble and my heart soar.

  Micah grabs his bag and follows me into the house. The second I close the door behind us, the bag drops to the floor, and he rotates me in his arms, backing me up to it. His mouth slants over mine, and this time when his tongue slides inside, I respond eagerly, none of the previous tentative nerves remain. I tease him with my lips, rubbing my tongue against his. He smells like spicy cologne and man, and it drives me wild, my body straining toward his.

  A moment later, his fingers clasp the hem of my shirt, and he lifts it over my head. It drops to the floor with a wet slap as he works my sports bra over my head too, his gaze never leaving mine.

  Once it’s off, though, his eyes roam down my naked torso. He yanks his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. Micah is a god. Carved to perfection. I want him so badly I ache with it.

  We stare at each other for several moments, chests rising and falling quickly before he pulls me into his arms. The skin-to-skin contact leaves me breathless, and a deep throb hits me out of nowhere. My entire body is aware of his—his lips, his tongue, and those big, big hands.

  Micah lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his slim waist as he backs us up to the door again. He stares into my eyes for what feels like an eternity, but was likely mere seconds. Dipping his head down to my chest, his tongue flicks out and I feel warm wetness circling my nipple. He repeats the movement several times before switching to the other side and licking at that one as well. Liquid heat flows through me, and I moan right as he closes his mouth over the taut peak and sucks it into his mouth. He uses his lips, his tongue, his teeth, until I’m a writhing mass of need, uncaring that the door bites into my back. I’d stay here forever, so long as his mouth is on me.

  With a growl, he licks his way across my chest, pulling my other nipple between his lips to flick his tongue against it as he sucks.

  When I shiver, he grits his teeth. “Sorry. This— We—” He stops and considers me carefully, and I wonder what he sees. Flushed skin? Swollen lips? Eyes that plead with him for more?

  “We what?”

  “I want to take you upstairs.”

  My eyes widen.

  “I think you should take a hot shower and get dressed.”

  What? “I—”

  He puts a finger to my lips, then covers my mouth with his again, nipping lightly. “You’re freezing.”

  My body shudders in response to his words. I bite my lip. So maybe I am. Or maybe it’s his mouth on mine and his proximity that make me tremble in recognition of what I want.

  Him.

  Chapter 25

  After much arguing over who should shower and dress first, Micah made me go while he waited. That may have been the fastest shower I’ve ever taken. I’d been thoroughly unhinged at the thought that there was a boy waiting for me in my bedroom while I was naked in the shower.

  I dry off, wrap my hair into a towel on top of my head, and pull underwear, cotton shorts, and a T-shirt on as quickly as I can manage. Crossing the hallway, I push the door to my room open. Even though I know he’s in there, it makes my heart flutter to see him in my space. “There’s a fresh towel on the sink, and you can use whatever you need.”

  He nods and without a word, strides down the hall and into the bathroom.

  I press my hands to my face, looking around, trying to see my things through his eyes. There isn’t anything embarrassing sitting out, and I don’t have anything weird on my walls. When I’d come in, he’d been looking at the books on the shelf above my desk.

  The water starts again across the hall. Holy. Shit. There’s a naked boy in my shower. And despite being frozen just ten minutes ago, I’m now beginning to sweat.

  Unable to fathom how we got here, I grab my hair dryer from my dresser, plug it in, and bend over, running the hot air through my hair. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to panic. Does Micah realize he’s given me my first kisses ever? That he’s the only guy to have ever seen me without a shirt on? I was a little worried that maybe he’d find my breasts too small, but after the way he’d sucked on them and licked them, I think he liked them just fine.

  I flip my semi-dry hair back over and stand upright, staring at myself in the mirror above my dresser. I don’t look any different, but man, do I feel different. I’m still standing in the same spot when Micah raps his knuckles against the door and pushes it open.

  His huge body fills the doorway, another pair of joggers on his lower half. Eyeing his bare chest, I try not to gawk—not too much, anyway. “Did you have everything you needed? Do you want to borrow a T-shirt?”

  He smirks a little, reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me to him. “No. I have one in my bag. I like to air-dry a little bit after a shower.” He runs his hands down my back, hugging me to him. I nuzzle against his chest, loving the way his warm skin feels under my cheek.

  “I smell like you.”

  I inhale and giggle a little, my shoulders hunching up because, sure enough, he smells like my body wash.

  “It’s vanilla something or other. Like a fucking dessert.”

  I wrinkle my nose, shaking my head a bit. “Sorry.”

  “No.” He eases back, hooking a finger under my chin and lifting my face to his. “I like it. The fucking problem is now I’m going to smell you on me all night, and who knows how many times I’ll have to jack off when I get home because of it.”

  I press my forehead to his chest before patting it and looking up with a smile. “I don’t know how to help you with that.”

  He chuckles and wriggles his brows at me. “I could show you.”

  My cheeks burn. I must look like I’m about to freak out because he quickly lifts his hands from me.

  “I’m totally teasing you.”

  I really wish my mouth would stop
flapping open and closed like a fish. Gathering my wits about me, I laugh. “No, I know. That was funny.”

  He gestures to the door. “Why don’t we work on that Spanish assignment?”

  “Which one?” My brain is mush. Some help I’ll be tutoring him today.

  “The one with irregular conjugations.”

  This time it’s my turn to chuckle. “Right. I freaking love conjugating verbs.”

  “You are such a fucking nerd, Daph.”

  My face falls at the fresh reminder that he talks to Alora about me, and it makes my stomach turn. His offhand comment was way too reminiscent of what she’d said to me the other day for my liking. Mood soured, I pivot to head downstairs.

  He catches me around the waist, tugging me back against him. He whispers close to my ear, “Hey.” He plants a kiss on my cheek. “I didn’t mean it like you’re thinking. I love a good nerd girl.”

  I press my lips together and nod, incapable of speaking. I may be an excellent AP Lit student, but that doesn’t mean words always come easily to me—especially not now. Not with a hot guy’s breath tickling my ear.

  He tightens his hold on me. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  “Okay.”

  He turns me in his arms, dipping his head down to kiss me slowly. When he eases back, I gaze into his eyes, searching for any sign that he’s not being honest with me.

  I see nothing but warm brown eyes staring into mine.

  Half of me is curious what he sees when he looks at me. The other half isn’t sure she wants to know.

  We go back downstairs and settle in at the kitchen table. Micah pulls out his notebook and gives the offending grammar worksheet a nasty face, groaning.

  “Before we start on that, I was wondering how you think you did on the physics test today.”

  Tongue in his cheek, he gazes steadily at me before he nods, a slow smile curving his lips. “Pretty sure I fucking aced it.”

  I can’t contain my excitement for him, even though it means I’ll have to pay up on our bet and go to the game. “Really? I guess you’ll find out tomorrow, huh?”

  “Nope. I want you to ask. You have Roudebush tomorrow for AP, right?”

  I nod. “You want me to ask him for your grade? What makes you think he’ll tell me?”

  “He will. Just tell him you’re my tutor. Pretty sure he already knows.”

  I shrug again. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

  “So, you’ll be at the game, then?”

  My eyes flick to his. “You seem pretty confident.”

  Our gazes hold for several seconds before he shrugs, then props his elbows on the table and glances down at the worksheet.

  I don’t know what possesses me, but I tap his worksheet with my pen, “What do you say to a second bet, then?”

  Interest washes over Micah’s features. “Really?”

  “If that’s what brings in the grades to get your coach off your back, then yeah.”

  An odd look flickers over his face, but it’s gone so quickly, I could have imagined it. Shaking it off, I look down at the Spanish worksheet. “What if we do something with this?”

  He frowns. “A simple worksheet?”

  “Sure. We’ll do a little review, then you take it like it’s a quiz. Ace it and …”

  “And what?”

  I look at him with wide eyes. “Whatever you want, I guess.”

  “Whatever I want? You sure about that?”

  I shrug, attempting to appear more confident than I feel. “I trust you. Better make it something good, I guess.” I’m assuming I’ll end up obligated to go to the party after the football game. Since I’ll already be out at the game, it’s no biggie assuming Scarlett and Max will go with me.

  He nods, working his jaw back and forth. “Deal.” He holds his fist out for a bump, which I return with a smile, happy that he likes this turn of events.

  We review the ins and outs of the irregular preterite tense verbs, and then I leave Micah to have fun with the worksheet while I get some tea for myself and coffee for him.

  Probably no more than five minutes later, I peek around the corner and ask, “Do you like cream and sugar?”

  “Yep. Thank you.”

  Pulling the cream out of the fridge, I can’t help myself. “So, how’s it going?”

  “I’m done.” His pen hits the table as if he’s tossed it down.

  My brows draw together as I stir his coffee. “That was seriously fast. Did you double-check everything?”

  Striding back into the room, I find him leaning back in the chair, hands clasped together on top of his head, and his legs sprawled everywhere. He has some of the longest, most muscular legs I’ve ever seen.

  He nods toward the paper on the table. “Take a look.”

  I set our mugs down, and no sooner have I picked up the worksheet, when Micah’s hands grip my waist and spin me around.

  With a little gasp from me, he tugs me between his legs. “Check my answers.”

  I look down at the paper, my eyes scanning quickly over his work. As I’m checking over his answers, his hands leave my hips to cup my ass. My breath stutters.

  “See anything wrong?”

  Slowly, I shake my head. There’s something very fishy going on, that much is crystal clear. “Everything looks correct.” I’m about to call him out on it when I look up to meet his gaze. It’s smoldering. I swallow hard. “So, what is it you want? Do you want me at the party tomorrow or …?”

  He chuckles. “That’s a thought, but not quite what I was hoping for.” He slides his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, pausing for only a second to look into my eyes before slipping them over my ass. They drop down my legs to the floor where I kick free of them. His breath hitches.

  And. My. Heart. Stops.

  Micah grins at the sight of my Star Wars boy-short panties. TIE Fighters and X-wings fly all over them. “Oh, God.” He groans, pressing a hand to his dick. “I’m going to fucking come just looking at you in those.”

  He draws me closer, his hands moving back to my rear before sliding up to my waist. He lifts me, and it’s pure instinct to straddle his lap.

  I suck in a sharp breath once I’m seated on his thighs. “Micah …”

  “Just relax,” he rasps against my neck.

  I’m trying, but my heart thunders so loudly it may pop right out of my chest.

  He nuzzles his face between my breasts, growls, and one of his big hands slides back and forth over my belly. I’m half-hypnotized by his touch. His erection between my legs and the knowledge that just a few scraps of material separate us are the only things keeping me alert. It has me dying inside, wanting to feel him. Like, really feel him.

  His fingertips dip inside my panties, and I tense, holding my breath. He pulls them back out as he stares into my eyes. “Relax. I’ve got you.” Catching my lips with his and teasing my mouth open, he kisses me slowly and deeply. The way his lips move over mine has my entire body tingling, and I’m slipping right down a slope as he draws me closer. This time, his fingers roam further into my panties, touching me between my legs.

  It’s electric.

  Shocking.

  And so very, very new to me.

  Micah’s throat works a hard swallow as he parts my folds, running his fingers through my arousal-slickened flesh. “Fuck, Daph. Your pussy is a dream. You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet you’re tight as hell, too.”

  He slides his fingers back and forth, massaging every inch of sensitive skin around my opening. When his thumb flicks over my clit, I cry out, “Oh, God.” My head tips back and my hips have a mind of their own, undulating, as Micah continues to work my clit with his thumb. He rubs light little circles, then gives me more pressure and speed. The constant changes have me worked up, yet not knowing what to expect.

  I claw at Micah’s shoulders, feeling out of control.

  “You like how I’m touching you?”

  Incapable of speech, I nod. His fingers make slow circles on m
y center, and I hardly know what it is I want, but I’m thrashing around on his lap like I’m losing my mind.

  “You’re so fucking hot.” Ever so slowly, he dips a finger inside me.

  I stutter, “O-oh.” He withdraws, then sinks in deeper. My body clamps down on him at first, unused to the intrusion. But then we kiss some more, our tongues mimicking the action of his finger. Stroking, rubbing, sending me to places I’ve never been before. My hands slide up to his neck and into his short hair. When he adds a second finger, I moan.

  “That’s it, grind your pussy on my hand. Take what you need, sweetheart.”

  “It feels so good, Micah. I—” My legs quake and my pace slows. I feel like I’m on the edge of something. It’s like all the nerve endings in my body have shifted and centered at my sex. “I—” My entire body jerks, my hips rhythmically moving as delicious sensations explode and roll through me.

  Micah groans. “Fuck, Daph. Your pussy just squeezed the hell out of my fingers.”

  Feeling out of it, I continue to sit astride him, completely dazed. Without thinking, I blurt out, “Was that an orgasm?”

  He cocks his head to the side, studying me and sliding his fingers back and forth through my slick skin. “You came all over my hand.” He grips the nape of my neck with his other hand and tugs my face to his. “That was your first?”

  I nod, eyes wide, nervous at my admission.

  “Damn, who the fuck doesn’t know what they’re doing that they’ve never given you an orgasm before?”

  Micah doesn’t have any idea that he gave me my first kisses today, much less that he gave me this other amazing first. I don’t want him to know. Not right now. Not if he couldn’t already tell. Ms. Lonely Lonerson over here has never managed to get a single date, so this … My mind is a little blown. I’ve touched myself before, and it felt good, but it was nothing like that. That was … something else entirely.