"I'll light you up like my cigarette, you'll be on fire and burn up, I'll breathe you in and let you be my addiction until I crush you between my fingers, and you'll love it till the end"
"Rose.." Micah whispers, in the dim half-light bedroom she rewarded his patience with the magnificent appearance on her nearly naked body. Rose held nothing back knowing the affect she had on him, wanting to have that effect on him.
From where he reclined on the bed, Rose could feel the silent worship of his brown eyes. The need, the want, the desire building in his body. How much longer could he be able to just sit and watch? Her arms lifted above her head, swaying her hips in the music.
The more he watched her body move with the music, the hotter she felt herself under Micah's too patient eyes. It was the patience of a man who knew he already gotten what he wanted and had no rush to issue when he knew she'd come to him first.
She hated that side of him, though the control he unconsciously exerted over her. It left her aching for his touch; to have his strong tanned fingers brushing against her skin until that gentle teasing would turn into something more.. passionate.
A raised eyebrow and his infuriating smirk of his made her abandon her resolve not to make the first move. She had never known the meaning of lust until she decided to tickle her curiosity and continue seeing Micah. There was little other sound in the room other than the creaking of the bed, a husky grunt from Micah as he made his way to Rose, she knew what he wanted after the time he spent watching her tease him.
Rosalie Arndale is a beautiful, 19 year old who attends college her life rainbows and lollipops but one night everything changes, the day Micah King saves her.
Micah King is a possessive, 24 year old who is the leader of a feared gang his life is drugs and sex but one night everything changes, the day he saves Rose Arndale.