Page 125 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

We entered my room after I tapped the keycard against the door, and after I closed it, I pressed Jess against the wall. My lips hovered an inch above hers, and her warm body pressed against the length of mine. "I want you so fucking bad, Jess. My cock has been hard since I first saw you yesterday."

Her smooth voice, soft smile, and sexy curves were driving me crazy. It was a wonder I lasted a full twenty-four hours before I kissed her.

"Miles," she breathed as her hands spread over my chest. "I can't believe this is real." Her eyes fluttered shut, and her face twisted as if in pain. "It feels too good to be true."

"Shhh." I soothed her with my touch, gliding from her hips to the swell of her breasts to her neck. One hand tangled in her hair, the other curled around the front of her throat. My fingers rested against her skin, not constricting, but instead, it was a gesture of ownership and possession. "You're mine, baby girl. Not just for tonight but forever. I've been waiting for you, but now I'm out of patience, and I'm claiming this perfect, curvy body."

"Fuck." Her head fell back against the door, and her hips flexed. She collided with my erection, secure behind my slacks but straining to be released. Her eyes widened. "Holy fuck," she cursed.

I grinned smugly, delighting in the fact that she was startled by the side of my length. "Like I said, hard as a fucking rock since yesterday. Now that I know your scent and curves, I know you belong to me." My voice was rough. It was the voice I used when I narrated sex scenes, but there was no acting involved in my desire today. It was pulsing through my veins and driving me wild with need.

"If I'm yours, then you're mine, too." Her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled at the strands. The sharp but brief bite of pain made a growl rumble to life inside my chest.

"Fuck yes, baby girl. I'd have nothing else."

CHAPTER FOUR

JESSIKA

Heat surged between my legs as our kiss grew more frenzied. I'd wanted this man for longer than I wanted to admit, and now that I was here, I couldn't get enough of him.

"Fuck, baby girl." Miles grabbed a handful of my ass and ground his hips against me. "I need you. On the bed. Now."

Before his words could penetrate through the lust-filled fog, he spun me around and swatted my behind to nudge me further into the room. I took a few steps on shaking legs before he stopped me and pressed my back against his front. "Let me get you out of this dress before I rip it off."

Fuck me. He was using that sexy-as-sin voice on me, the same one that I'd listened to countless times in my headphones. Had even masturbated to before.

Yeah, I was pathetic.

I nodded, not trusting that I could accurately speak with all the thoughts swirling in my head.

He bent, and his hands grasped the edge of the fabric swirling around my knees. "Arms up."

I obeyed him, and he tossed my dress onto the floor beside me. Rough hands slid along my hips to my bare torso, and I shuddered.

"Are you cold?" He rasped as his lips brushed over the column of my neck.

"No," I replied, my thighs clenching together the more he spoke. I was too aurally fixated for my own good.

Miles hummed his approval as he cupped my breasts, testing the weight in his palms before he guided his fingers to unclasp my bra. He kissed each of my shoulders where the straps had been before tossing it to join my dress. Next came my panties as he knelt behind me.

"Step out." He steadied me with one hand on my hip as I lifted one foot, then the other. "Good girl." His teeth nipped my ass cheek playfully before he rose to his feet.

A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through me at his praise, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

"You like when I call you a good girl?" He swept my hair away from my neck as he nibbled along the curve of my neck and shoulder. "I think you do."

Deftly, his palm skidded down my body to brush over my pussy. This time, I couldn't hold back the cry as I gasped in pleasure. I wrapped a hand around his forearm, my nails digging into his flesh as I was desperate for something to anchor me as pleasure coursed through my blood as those fingers delved through my wetness.

"So fucking wet."

My eyes fluttered shut as he worked one finger inside me, then two, and used his thumb to brush over my clit. "Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my fingers?"

My hips wiggled unconsciously, and I moaned, his fingers moving in a rhythm that had me diving over the edge before I could even second-guess my thoughts. "Miles," I groaned his name as he kept moving those magical fingers.

"Mmmm, yes." After the last aftershock rolled through me, he withdrew his fingers and twirled me around to face him. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, his eyes rolling as he groaned over the taste. "I can't wait to taste your sweetness directly. But right now, I need to be inside you."

"Yes, please." I giggled as he pushed me back on the bed. I bounced in the center of the mattress, and the laughter caught in my throat as Miles started to remove his clothes.

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