Freedom in the Smokies by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

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    Micah stood and took her hand. “Come.”
    Kaitlyn obeyed, allowing him to tug her across the room toward her bed. When he reached the edge he stopped and she ran into the back of him. “On second thought…” he turned toward her, “…my bed is bigger and you’re never sleeping in this room again, so…” He pulled her again and headed for the door.
    She glanced around at the room she’d occupied for all of one night and barely more than a day. Somehow, the act of walking out that door and down the hall was monumental to her. Definitive. A decision she hadn’t expected to ever make.
    As they slipped into the hall, Micah flipped the switch inside her room, leaving them in darkness. She could hear noises coming from the living area. Laughter. She shivered. It dawned on her that they knew. They all did. They had to. “Everyone…?” she muttered in the silence of the dark hall.
    “They know. It’s not as though I could keep this to myself. I had a full tantrum earlier when I realized you were my mate.” He guided her to the next door and into his room. A faint glow from his adjoining bath was the only light. As she glanced around, she took in his world, his signature. He was a fan of black. Black leather chairs and a love seat in his sitting area. Black comforter tossed haphazardly across his king-sized bed. The wood of his furniture was a dark mahogany.
    She jumped as the door snapped shut. She turned around to face him as he stepped closer. “Are you going to lock that?” She bit her lip…again. It was starting to smart.
    “No one would dare venture down this hall tonight, but if it makes you feel better…” He reached behind him and turned the lock.
    That final noise sealed her fate.

Chapter Five
    Micah took her lips, his hand gentle on her shoulders as he pressed her to walk backward. The kiss deepened, as it had earlier. In seconds, all she knew was his taste. The mint of his toothpaste overshadowed his personal flavor.
    When the back of her legs hit the bed, she stiffened involuntarily.
    “Relax,” he muttered against her mouth. “I’m not going to maul you. At least not this time.” His voice calmed her racing heart while his hands soothed her, stroking her back.
    She swallowed. “The problem is…I think I want you to maul me.”
    He chuckled. “One thing at a time. I intend to make you want to be mauled without a doubt, baby.” He reached under the back of her T-shirt and flattened his hands on her bare skin.
    The heat penetrated her body, his palms on her lower back making her arch into him. The gentle pressure of his fingers pushed her stomach against his erection. She tipped her head back to see his face better. He was several inches taller than her. He wasn’t laughing anymore.
    The hands on her back inched upward, gathering her shirt with them as she gazed into his eyes. The cooler air of the room hit her torso and gave her a chill. Goose bumps rose over her skin as Micah grabbed the T-shirt and tugged it over her head.
    He smoothed his hands down her shoulders, across her collarbone, and then danced them over the lace of her bra. The material was so thin, she could feel his warmth. The delicate lace abraded her nipples as they pebbled and pushed against the tight confines.
    Micah didn’t let his gaze leave hers as he trailed a path across her chest and around to her back. With expert fingers, he popped the clasp on her bra, brushed it off her shoulders and tossed it to one side.
    Now, he leaned her back a few inches and lowered his gaze. He moaned. That had to be a good thing.
    Kaitlyn could hear herself breathing heavily, as though she’d run into the room. She couldn’t move.
    “Kait… You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He wrapped his palms around her breasts and lightly flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “Your skin is so smooth…”
    She flushed, knowing her nerves would create a telltale red splotchy design across her skin.
    When he dropped to his knees in front of