Page 19 of Change Your Play

“That’s not even fair,” I groaned. “You didn’t even do anything.”

“I’ll do better next time,” he promised, but the next time was seconds away.

“What’re we going to do?”

“Don’t you know?” Miles’s breath tickled my neck as he pulled me closer. “Next one, I’m going to kiss you.”

A bright blush crossed my face.

His breathing slowed while mine picked up. I could feel his heartbeat pressed against him.

The seconds ticked closer to zero.

“You’re going to kiss me?” I swallowed.

“I am.”

His hand swept through my hair, brushing it away from the side of my face. He didn’t need to do it, nothing was covered, he just wanted to touch me. Everywhere we made skin-to-skin contact, my heart beat even faster. He was good. He was too good.

His lips met mine.

It was soft, it was sweet, and took away all the cautiousness I’d had about the date. He knotted his fingers through my hair and tilted my head to the side. His tongue swept my bottom lip, and he deepened the kiss, squeezing my hair between his fingers until my breath caught in my throat.

Oh, goodness.

A noise rumbled from deep in his throat. Nothing I could put a name to. It was that deep, primal urge that told me there was nowhere else he wanted to be. And I felt the exact same. Especially when I could have Miles Locke doing everything he could to feel me up in the photo booth, completely stiff.

“Need to take care of something?” I teased him, breathless.

Miles chuckled and placed a hand on my hip. We weren’t two adults on a night out, we were two desperate teenagers on anunsupervised visit. I rolled my hips against him, just feeling him hard underneath me.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, right?” Miles murmured along my collarbone.

“No boyfriend,” I confirmed.

“Fiancé? Husband? Hookup that’s stuck in your messages?”

I rocked against him. “My schedule’s been too busy. There’s no one.”

“Doesn’t really matter, vixen.” He kissed me again. “I’ll throw a bastard down if I need to.”

“There’s no—no—nobody—oh,fuck.” The words slipped out of my mouth as he ran his tongue along the side of my neck.

It wasn’t just sexual attraction. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. I’d experienced that before. Sitting on Miles’s lap while he figured out how to please me, that wasn’t sexual attraction. Miles did everything he could, testing out the waters to please me, and it sent my heart pounding harder than anything else before.

“Cleo.” Miles breathed out my name. “I think you were wrong.”

My voice hitched up a notch when he sucked on my earlobe. “Wrong?”

“You said I’m trouble.”

Ever so slowly, Miles held on to my hips and moved me against him, leaving both of us flushed and panting.

“You’retrouble,” he breathed out. “Fuck. You’re lightning.”

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Cleo

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