The Sessions (Covenant Series) (8 page)

Chapter Ten

Sarah was
amazed with how easy it all was. More like shocked. She still expected at least a little guilt about the depths she stooped in the name of helping Micah. But it felt strangely right. There she was, giddy about being off for three months to help a man she’d come to adore in the most illogical form of therapy she’d ever known. When she looked in his eyes, it was like peering into a mirror that reflected her entire purpose in life, the reason for her existence. She was a therapist, a healer, a helper all these years, but deep in a place she couldn’t really name, she knew, it had all been an exercise, a warming up for this. For him.

She ran to town to buy a new swimsuit. He wanted to watch
her and she wanted to give him something to watch, let him know she desired him to see. All of her. Wanted him to know he was the exception to all her social rules. Eventually, he’d come to see that she was real. And his to keep.

She
bought a bikini, an actual bikini. Red. Like the red bra and panty, only skimpier. Two o-clock came around and she was there, praying their clocks were synced and she wasn’t a second late. This was all part of his test. She wanted to do good. To pass to the next level with him. Whatever that was.

She spotted him at the last table toward the
most unused exit of the area. Careful not to look at him, she found a spot where he could see her clearly, maybe five lounge chairs away. She glanced around, hating that there were both men and women there, all young and rowdy. She unrobed and sat in the lounge chair and got her suntan oil. Pouring some in her hand she rubbed her body down, and then laid on her back. Intense heat pulsed between her legs, knowing he stared at every inch of her. Her chair faced him so that he had a view of her body from her feet. She pulled up one knee and allowed it to fall open just a little. She imagined how hard he was from the show she put on and allowed herself to fantasize what it would be like when she sucked him. She’d never done that but she was sure he would enjoy her first attempts.

“Hi there, you mind if I sit here?”

Sarah jumped a little at the male voice on her right, glad for her shades. Felt like she’d just gotten busted having sex. “Um, no, but I’m not great company.”

“You’re fine.” He laughed, a
crude sound edging his tone. “Literally.”

Okay, shit. She glanced at the table
Micah was at in time to see him walking out the exit. Dammit.

She got up, put on her wrap and gathered her things.

“Leaving already?

“Yes, I forgot I had an appointment.”

She hurried after him, finding him nowhere around. Great. Was he pissed at her? Should she seek him out or just go home?

She decided going to her apartment was the thing to do
for now. She’d given him her spare key but he never used it. She often fantasized about him sneaking into her apartment at night while she slept and doing things to her. But dammit, he never did.

She entered
the cool air of her living room and screamed at finding him leaning against the wall after she shut the door. “Shit, dammit, you scared me.”

He didn’t say anything as he locked the door. She stood, waiting to find out his mood, biting her lip
while anticipation for so many things raced through her heart.

He moved
too fast and she gasped when he grabbed her by the arms and pinned her to the door none too gently.

Trust. The challenge in his eyes was clear.

He brought both her hands slowly above her head and held her wrists with iron fingers.

Looking down into her upturned
gaze, he slid his other hand over her face with that worshipful touch, need and desire lighting his dark green eyes. He continued down to her throat, his fingers curious and feeling. At her breasts, he barely slid his touch over the aroused tips, taking turns tormenting both until desperate moans took her over. He kept her locked in his gaze as he stroked down her stomach, teasing at her navel before hooking his thumb in the side of her bikini and working it down. He slid his thumb to the other side and did the same.

When she stood with her bikini bottom
lowered to her upper thighs, he stroked his finger along the outside of her privates. Like creeping lava, he worked the tip of one finger between her folds. Sarah cried out and thrashed her head when he drew painfully slow circles over that throbbing ache.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

The desperate edge in his voice made her want him more than she could stand. “Kiss me, please,” she begged.

His lips parted in a light gasp. “Not yet.”
He continued moving his finger over her, perfectly slow. “I need to watch you. Just like this. I’m going to make you come on my hand.”

“
Micah,” she gasped. “I want you to kiss me. There.”

Whatever firm plans he had were shattered with her words
. He dropped to his knees and shoved her leg up, pinning it to the door hard as he buried his mouth on her with a growl of hunger. Sarah cried out and latched her fingers into his hair, glad for the door at her back. She pumped her hips, twirling herself on his mouth, again right there at orgasm land in a matter of seconds.

“Oh God, oh God yes!”

At that moment, Micah slipped part of his finger into her opening and wiggled it quickly. She shattered and every muscle locked up with the hot licking pleasure, holding her for endless moments in the throes of its power. The only thing she could hear was Micah’s satisfaction as he devoured her essence with a feral groans edged with a reverent wonder.

He
finally kissed his way up her body, taking each breast into his mouth and lavishing with a languid precision.

When he stood to his full height, Sarah reached out and
touched his groin, finding him rock hard. “Please, let me taste you.”

He took her hand and
brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. “Not yet.” He slid her fingers along his face, his eyes full of vulnerable hunger.

“Please, I beg you.”

He remained fierce looking. “Beg all you want,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing his face into hers in a snuggling way before making his way to her neck. She gasped when he opened his mouth wide and sucked the skin with intensity, groaning deep as he did. Raking her nails in his hair, she succumbed to the feel of his raw passion and his fingers biting into her waist.

He drew away
with shaky breath, opened the door, and walked out.

****

Sarah collapsed to her knees and panted against the door. She reached up to her neck, sure there was one very large hicky there. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life than to devour that man where he stood, bring him pleasure. To have such a power, something able to soothe him, make him feel amazing even if for a while, was just…frustrating as all hell to not indulge in.

And it was only
Monday!
She bolted upright. Oh hell, his
birthday
was this Friday! She collapsed back against the door, relieved she’d remembered. She did
not
need to forget that. She’d dug up his original file at the hospital and found the date finally. She needed to think of something amazing to do for him. Something that no other person could do or would do, something to tell him that she was his. She sat, waiting for that feeling to come, the one that screamed
have you lost your ever loving mind?

Maybe she had. Or maybe she’d found it. Everybody had a purpose in life. Was it really far
-fetched for her to believe her purpose in life was singular? And named Micah Morgan? Again she waited for the self-delusional siren to kick off. And again she got that uncanny peace. A peace that passed all logic and understanding. Calm held chaos in the palm of her hand when she was under its influence.

She got busy thinking of what she could give him that would prove he
r love and devotion to him, prove that his name was etched on her heart.

Oh! Oh yes! She could
tattoo his name on her left breast
! A dreamy smile bloomed on her face then suddenly disappeared. Ouch.

She thought of the harrowing scars all over him. Surely she could handle a small tattoo
for him.

Definitely.
But would he find it silly?

She could
also surprise him with a birthday cake and candles and little silly presents and even balloons.

But w
hat if he got mad?

Well, i
t was normal and normal is what he needed to practice. Besides, there would be nobody else there, just the two of them.

What else could she do?
Cook a fantastic meal! Brilliant. And then he could do whatever he wanted to her after. She was his.

****

What was she up to? That was the second time she called for some silly reason.
Would you like coffee with session?
No, he didn’t want coffee with session, he wanted Sarah with session. Of course he didn’t tell her that, but why ask that at all? Did she want to let him know she wasn’t interested in his form of therapy?

He headed out the apartment and
walked the seventy-nine steps to her door and rang the bell. She opened and his stomach jerked at seeing her poised in an elegant, red, spaghetti strapped dress fit perfectly over her sweet curves. Dainty red heels framed her cute feet and a slit ran up the side to her upper thigh. He raised his heated gaze to find a mischievous smile on her sweet face.

“W
ow,” he breathed. “What’s the special occasion?”

She looked up as though trying to remember
, then shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He
r eyes twinkled and he shook his head a little before walking past her. “You’re worrying me.” A delicate delicious scent hardened him. A new perfume?

She smiled and shut the door
and locked it. Her blue eyes widened with a surprised breath. “Ohhh, can you go to the kitchen and fetch my coffee? I left it on the counter.”

He chuckled at
the way she flaunted her antics with childlike animation. He headed to the kitchen, playing along. He looked over his shoulder to find her right behind him. “I think I know the way.”

“I’m just along for the ride,” she sang and giggled.

He rounded the corner and paused.

“Happy Birthdaaaaay!” she sang, clapping next to him.

“Um.” He looked at her, feeling a bit awkward. And confused. “It’s my birthday?”

Her
smile froze a second before her entire face fell. “According to your file, yes, it said today is your birthday.”

At seeing the sweet look of devastation on her face, h
e winced a little. “I probably lied about it. I don’t usually tell my date of birth.”

A mix of
embarrassment with traces of sympathy clouded her clear blue eyes. “But…why?”

Fuck.
He felt awful and suddenly wished he hadn’t said anything. Why did it matter? “Mostly because I don’t know when it is. No birthdays, remember?”

The memory hit her hard and she closed her eyes.
“Oh shit.” She bit her lower lip then suddenly brightened with a great idea. “Hey! How about we declare today as your birthday? Seeing as I stupidly did such a poor job of connecting the huge in my face dots!”

Her face crimped in anguish and she spun around
away from him. Micah’s heart constricted in his chest and he went to her. He leaned and kissed along her shoulder, filling his body with her, rubbing his nose along her neck, cherishing the amazing moment. She’d given him a birthday. Fuck that wasn’t supposed to feel so damn amazing.

“I’m turning thirty-three today?” he whispered, softly kissing along her ear.

“I cooked and everything,” she wailed, “I’m so sorry your life sucked and I just wanted to make new memories for you to help replace the bad ones.”

He turned her around and pulled her into his arms, smil
ing into her hair. “I’ve always wanted to have a birthday. Just like this. Only I never dreamed of a beautiful woman in red throwing me a party. I’m honored. And thrilled.” He turned her face up and wiped her tears with his thumbs, finding them the greatest gift he’d ever had. The plan was no kissing her till he popped the big question. But she’d just changed that plan, hadn’t she?

He leaned down
and placed a soft kiss on her lips, taking his time, wanting it to be as perfect as her. Her sweet gasp destroyed his attempt to keep it light and he pushed her soft lips open for more. Having her eagerly oblige and hungrily kiss him back was also not anticipated. Add her desperate whimpered moans and damn he was officially lost to the sensual stroking of her tongue, her taste. He found the slit in her dress and navigated to the front, groaning at encountering no panties. He parted her secrets and stroked with a gentle passion over that little hot jewel, intoxicated with the way she lifted her leg and strained toward his touch. How badly he wanted to discover her deeper secrets but he couldn’t touch those yet. Soon.