Adele didn't even realize the trap she'd set for herself until Micah's gaze dropped to the leg pinning him back. That wicked and hungry look alone should have warned her. It was fully incubus.
Before she could pull her foot away, Micah slowly wrapped his hands around her ankle, the move so reverent, as if she'd just handed him a sacred offering.
"Adele…" he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "you really shouldn't tempt me like this."
She opened her mouth to give a sharp retort when the words strangled instantly because Micah bent his head and dragged his tongue along the arch of her foot.
Adele jolted like he'd shocked her with lightning.
"Holy fuck—" the breath hitched in her throat, the sound breaking into a soft, involuntary moan.
But Micah traced that sensitive part of her feet again, deliberately slowly.
Goddess help her!
The sensation alone traveled straight to her core, and a pulse answered between her thighs, fierce enough that Adele had to grip the sheets.
