Page 158 of Tell Me Something True

She might not need a man.

But she wanted Miles.

After all these years and all their mistakes and all the obstacles between them, she still wanted him.

She was afraid she always would.

Was terrified she’d take whatever small bits of himself he offered her and convince herself those bits were bigger, more important than they really were.

“About your whole no one can make you feel as good as I do claim,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not sure we can categorize that as truth. Not without more evidence. Two or three more times should do the trick. Just to make sure.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes turning the rich brown of dark chocolate as realization dawned and then he smiled.

All for her.

And definitely worth the wait.

“Baby, the only reason I don’t have you spread out on the floor devouring that sweet pussy of yours is because the next time I feast on you, I want to take my time.”

Laying her hand on his chest, she angled her body toward him, making sure her hip brushed the hard bulge in his pants. “You have somewhere to be?”

His hands went to her waist and he slid his hands under her shirt, his warm fingers branding her skin as he curled them around the upper curve of her hips, wrapping the elastic of her thong around his pinkies.

As if he wanted to keep her tied to him.

“Family dinner,” he said. “In twenty minutes.”

“Seeing as how you’re an expert at making me feel good,” she said lightly, edging closer so that the hard length of his erection nestled against her belly. “I’m sure you can get the job done at least twice more before you have to leave.”

“Well, now,” he drawled, wrapping the elastic of her thong around his pinkies again so that it stretched taut, digging into her lower belly. Pulling tight between the crack of her ass. “That’ll depend on you. And how long it’s going to take you to get ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” she promised him huskily.

He smiled again, this time warm and amused. “I meant how long it’s going to take you to get ready to leave.”

“Am I going somewhere?”

His grin turned rueful. “I meant to invite you to have dinner with me and my family after I gave you the ladder.” He drew her closer, his hands sliding back to cup her bare ass. “But I got distracted.”

Heart in her throat, she stared up at him. “You want me to have dinner with your family?”

“I want you to have dinner with me. It’s just that Sunday is family dinner night—”

“I know. Kat told me.”

“For someone who doesn’t like our family, Katarina sure doesn’t seem to have any trouble sharing information about us.”

“Not to worry. After that first night, she hasn’t bothered to say more than a grudging greeting if we so happen to pass each other.”

“Don’t take it personally. Katarina prefers to be alone.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Tabitha said. “I think for some people it’s just… easier being alone. Less chance of getting hurt. I’m not sure many people actually prefer it.”

He studied her and she wondered if she’d said too much. If he somehow saw her loneliness and that was what this invitation was really about.

Pity.

Wondered if that would be enough for her to decline the invitation when she wanted to go so badly.

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