Page 126 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

He started with his belt.

Oh, swoon. This was like a scene I pulled from my imagination for a book. Right down to the way he pulled it out with one swift tug.

One brow arched, and a sexy, confident smirk spread over his features. "I knew you'd like that."

I had to keep my mouth closed forcefully so I wouldn't drool all over myself.

Because everyone knew drool was not sexy.

Unless it was during a blow job.

Miles unbuttoned his pants but left them zipped and around his hips while he worked through the buttons on his shirt. Damn it, he was going way too slow.

I made a sound of frustration and started to move toward him.

"No, no, no." He made a tsking sound and waved a finger in the air. "Patience, baby girl."

I whined. Straight up freaking whined as his shirt fell from his body and revealed his well-defined chest. He wasn't ripped with a six-pack I could do laundry on, but his pecs had good definition, and his stomach was toned. Dark hair spread over his chest, and a thin trail disappeared under his waistband.

He was sexy as fuck. Normally I liked men with no body hair, but fucking hell, Miles was pure perfection standing before me, and I hadn't even seen his cock yet.

He moved to stand beside the bed and planted his hand on the mattress beside my head to loom over me. "You want to see my cock, baby girl?"

Nooo, I wanted him to put all his clothes back on.

"Of course, I want to see your cock."

That came out with a little more attitude than I wanted.

Uh oh.

CHAPTER FIVE

MILES

I did my best to keep my face stern as our gazes locked. Her steel blue eyes darkened with lust, and her cheeks tinged red. My curvy green-haired beauty was fucking perfect as she laid on the white hotel sheets without a stitch of clothing on. My cock was aching to sink inside her tight pussy.

But patience was a virtue. Or so that's what people said.

Plus, my mother did, too, and she kinda beat it into my skull when I was a kid. With her flip-flop.

Jess blinked up at me, her teeth worrying at her plush lower lip.

"Relax, baby girl." I smiled and brushed her hair away from her forehead. "I love your snarky mouth. I'll just have to find more ways to keep it occupied."

"Yes, please."

My lips sought hers and they fused together in a passionate kiss. Without breaking our contact, I shoved my pants and boxer briefs down over my hips and kicked them away. Boy, was I glad I kicked my shoes off before I stripped her clothes off.

I placed one knee on the mattress and lifted my head so our lips were inches apart. "So fucking gorgeous."

"Um." She ducked her head and dropped her gaze from mine. "I know I'm not conventionally gorgeous, so I apprec?—"

With a growl, I cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Do not finish that sentence, Jessika."

Her eyes widened. She hated it when anyone used her full name. It got her attention.

Which is why I used it.

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