Page 71 of A Crazy Kind of Love
Zion burst out laughing. “That’s what she said.”
“Zion, are we still going to the flea market?” I shot a glance at Adrianna. Zion’s plans might have changed.
“Yeah. You wanna go?” he asked Adrianna.
“Sure.”
I frowned at them both. “We have to wait for Micah.” I got up to get a shower. Zion could clean up the table.
When I came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my chest, hair dripping wet, Micah sat on the sofa, talking to Zion and Adrianna. He jumped up. “Need some help?”
“I think I can manage. But you want to keep me company while I dress?”
He followed me into my bedroom. I dug through my drawers for a nice T-shirt and flattering shorts, but he opened my closet. “This is pretty.”
“A dress?”
“Is that wrong? Am I not supposed to have an opinion?”
“No. You get an opinion. I’ll have to rethink my shoes. We’re going to be walking quite a way.”
“Never mind. Maybe you could wear this tomorrow?”
“Why, what are we doing tomorrow? Going to church?”
“If you want. But I was thinking of going to see my parents. Eden will be there.”
“You want to introduce me to your parents?”
He shrugged and dropped onto my bed. “It’s no big deal. We don’t have to.”
“No, it sounds fun. Are we going to West Philadelphia or Bel Air?”
“I thought you didn’t watch TV growing up.”
“I never said I always followed the rules.”
Once I figured out what to wear, I had an awkward moment, wondering if I should turn around and dress with my back to Micah. He sat on my bed, eyeing the knot in my towel, waiting for the big reveal. So I dropped it. But before I could step into my underwear, he reached over and drew me toward him. In a reversal of the morning before, I stood naked before a fully dressed Micah as he ran his fingers across my skin.
“Watch it. Zion and Adrianna are waiting for us.”
“And we’re going to be out in public for how long?”
I hadn’t even thought about what that would mean to him. “Oh. I mean. If that’s a problem. Do you want to stay here? Or do you need a hat?”
He stifled a laugh and handed me my bra. “A hat won’t keep me from wanting to take this back off you.”
Getting dressed was an exercise in frustration because he handed me every piece of clothing and then followed my hands with his as I put them on. When I stepped into my underwear, he ran his finger along the inside of my leg all the way up. I climbed onto his lap, facing him, knees on either side of him and kissed him. “You are making this very hard.”
“Nothing on what you’re doing to me.”
He pressed into me, and I groaned. Our lips barely touched. I felt his breath against my face and knew he’d passed the tipping point, too. “Your bag is in the other room.”
“Wallet.” His hip lifted slightly, knocking me off kilter as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. I didn’t want to know why he had a veritable Easter egg hunt of condoms in his possession. At that moment, I didn’t care.
I unzipped his jeans, and helped him shimmy until he was free of the confinement. He didn’t bother kicking them off before he slipped on the condom, pushed my underwear to the side, and lifted me up. And then he was in me. I sat on him, not moving, feeling him deep inside me. He pushed my wet hair back and kissed my neck and shoulder. “Can we stay like this?”
It was an impossible request. The slightest movement produced an ecstasy. I pushed him over and rocked, panting and then groaning loud enough that there was no doubt Zion would know what we were up to. I didn’t care.
