Page 77 of Hard to Take

It’s thousands of dollars of clothes.

Neither of us cares.

His lips trace down my throat to my breast and find my nipple, and he tugs with his teeth. I inhale sharply. My fingers thread in his hair as he sucks me.

The candle on the nightstand flickers, making everything look like a dream. The way his arms band around my hips. The softness of his hair as he angles his head, moving to the other side.

It’s like he knows me.

Maybe he does.

I reach for his pants, but he brushes away my hands. His lips skim down the curve of my stomach as he traces a hand up the back of my thigh. I sway toward him.

“I’ve always liked road trips,” he murmurs. “Get to see a new city. Catch up with friends.”

He strips off my tights and panties, then tugs one of my knees wider.

I grab his shoulder for balance. His lips brush the inside of my thigh, whisper soft.

“Hell, I even sleep great in hotel rooms.”

He strokes lightly between my thighs. It’s the barest stroke, but my breathing hitches.

“But lately, I can’t sleep worth shit. Every second I’m wishing I was right here…”

Miles’s fingers stroke the length of my pussy, dipping in a few inches.

“…with you…”

He grabs my ass and pulls me toward his face.

“Doing this.”

The sensations wash over me in a wave of pleasure.

His tongue stroking my clit.

His fingers pressing inside me.

He goes to work as if it’s his greatest joy and every sound I make, every shiver of my body, is the only response he needs.

The temptation is too strong, the desire too close. I’m riding his fingers and grinding against his face. His fingers dig into my ass.

“Say my name.” He groans it. “Say my name when you come on my face, Princess.”

When my body goes tight, that sweet pleasure bordering on pain then exploding into weightlessness, there’s nothing on the tip of my tongue except his name.

No words, no thoughts, no desires that aren’t him.

My body trembles, and he fucks me through it until I’m gasping and begging him to stop. Then he lays me back, lying on one side to look down at me. He traces my shoulder with a finger. The candlelight warms us both.

“That was fucking spectacular.”

“Isn’t that my line?” I tease.

“I was talking about you.” His lips brush mine. “I’m glad you used the jacuzzi when I was on the road.”

“I might need to again.”

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