Page 35 of Hard to Take

The tension between us grows until my chest is tight with it. Every part of me is vibrating.

“You sure?” Miles’s voice is rough.

I nod.

He exhales on a groan.

Fuck it.

I can feel the moment he thinks it.

The next second he’s crowding me, leaning in, his forehead pressed to mine while his fingers stroke up the inside of my thigh.

When he brushes over the thin satin, I moan.

It’s the lightest damned touch but it feels so good. My feet step wider apart, as far as the tight skirt will allow.

Still, his massive hand strokes the insides of both thighs every time he moves.

“This is the stuff you just got?” He presses against the fabric.

“Mhmm. I’m test driving it to see if I like it.”

The rub of my panties as he drags them to one side with a finger has pleasure dancing along my nerve endings, chased with anticipation.

“If you need a second opinion…” His thumb strokes across my clit. “It feels fucking fantastic.”

The smoldering desire catches fire and turns into a blaze.

Each slide of his skin over mine where I’m sensitive only makes me want more.

He presses one finger inside, and my head falls back against the wall. I grab his shoulder, my nails digging into the muscles through his shirt.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Right there.”

It’s arrogant, the idea that one finger is enough to get me off, but the punch line is he’s right. My body clenches around him.

When he eases another finger inside, I inhale sharply.

“Don’t,” I say.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t go slow.”

He drags my skirt up around my waist, hooking my leg around his hips. His lips crush down on mine.

Miles tastes like mint and the faintest hint of vodka. His huge body looms over me. His mouth is demanding.

We’re both physical people, but there’s a new intention to him, an intensity, that reminds me how he got to be in the one percent of human beings who make a living playing games with their bodies.

I arch into him and he drags me toward the climax I’ve been chasing.

I start to moan, and he claps a hand over my mouth. “Damn, I love feeling you come. But unless you want the entire house to hear you,” he murmurs, and I can feel his smile against my throat, “be quiet about it.”

His words and touch and voice send me over the edge.

Pleasure spirals through me, starting deep in my core. I’m shaking with it, every part of me greedy for more.

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