Page 70 of Stiletto's Savior

My breath catches.

“Wow,” I murmur, taking in the sight of her.

“Your turn.” She smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief.

I fumble with my own shirt, muscles flexing as I lift it over my head.

She bites her lip again, and the hunger in her gaze sends a thrill down my spine.

“Like what you see?” I tease, stepping closer.

“Very much.” She steps back, and I follow, our bodies closing the distance until there’s no space left between us.

“Jeans next?” I ask, my fingers grazing over the waistband of her pants.

“Yes, please.”

In one smooth motion, I undo the button and slide the zipper down.

She wriggles out of them, and my breath hitches at the sight of her legs, long and beautiful.

I kick off my jeans, leaving nothing but the cool air brushing against my skin.

“Perfect,” she whispers, eyes darkening with desire.

“Come here.” I pull her to me, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

“God, Miles…” Her voice trails off as I lean down, capturing her lips with mine.

The kiss ignites something fierce within us both.

“More,” she breathes, and I deepen the kiss, tongues dancing together, urgent and needy.

“Always more,” I reply, my hands roaming her back, reveling in the softness of her skin.

“Let’s move this to the bed,” she murmurs, breaking our kiss, her cheeks flushed.

She pulls me toward the bed, and we tumble onto the soft sheets, laughter mingling with desire.

I hover over her, kissing a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

I admit something so personal, pausing to look into her eyes. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long,”

“Me too,” she whispers, and the vulnerability in her voice sends a surge of warmth through me.

“Then let’s make it unforgettable.”

Her hands find their way to my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, her touch sending a jolt through me.

Our bodies move together, a rhythm as old as time itself.

Sweat glistens on our skin, the heat between us burning like a thousand suns.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, my voice husky with desire.

She laughs softly, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. “So are you.”

I want to laugh because I don’t consider myself beautiful at all, but I don’t.

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