Page 211 of Secret Shifters Next Door

He was walking toward my bathroom. “I’m going to see if I can find what I need. Take your pants off.”

My jaw almost dropped. “Wha…huh? My pants?”

He glanced back over his shoulder and shrugged. “So I can actually massage your legs? Go on. Take them off.”

Without another word, he disappeared into the bathroom. I chewed at my lip for a second. Did he really only want to massage my legs? Is that all he wanted? Was he planning on doing something else while my pants were off? Was this when he’d make a move? I didn’t give a shit. I tore at my belt buckle so hard, I nearly ripped the belt loop off my pants. I took a steadying breath and tried not to act like a horny teenager. I calmed my fingers and got my pants down and off right before Miles came back out. He was holding the bottle of the body oil I usually use after showering.

“This should work as massage oil,” he said.

Glancing at me, his eyes lingered on my bare legs. I could almost feel the sizzling heat of his gaze as it slid up my legs across my torso, past my breasts, and to my face. A blush spread across my face and chest, and I had to almost physically restrain myself from crossing my arms over my chest. I was nervous, but I didn’t want to dissuade him from whatever he was going to do. It was a terrifying thing to experience, but strangely liberating.

He knelt in front of me again, put a small puddle of oil in his palm, rubbed his hands together, and then smeared it on my legs. His fingers slid across the muscles of my thighs. I groaned and laid my head back. His hands faltered for a moment as I made the sound, then went back to rubbing. He kneaded the muscles and dug his fingers into my legs. It was never too hard, but still deep enough to loosen the stiffness. Every stroke brought either a moan or sigh from me. I knew my sounds could have been misconstrued as sexual, but it felt so good I couldn’t keep quiet.

I raised my head to look at him, and the look on his face was something I’d never seen on a man before. At least not a manwho was looking at me. His eyes locked on mine as soon as I looked at him. He looked ready to devour me. My breath came in quick little gasps. The tension in the room was almost physical, like a cloud surrounding us. Any other time I’d have backed off, pulled away, and tried to make things go back to something that resembled normal. But I didn’t want things to go back to normal. I wanted more. As scary and terrifying as it was, I wanted to see how far this might go. I’d never felt so brave in my life.

Miles put his thumbs into my right calf and slid them up toward my knee. I moaned again, this time trying to make it sound as overtly sexual as I could. Was this what women did in these situations? I didn’t really know, but it felt right.

Miles looked into my eyes again, and released a long, low sigh. “I can’t take much more of this.”

I gasped in a breath. “What are you going to do?”

Without another word, Miles released my leg, leaned in and kissed me. This wasn’t the sweet and gentle kiss from this morning. This kiss was deep, filled with hunger and desire. His tongue flicked between my lips, and I greedily accepted it. Feeling his tongue inside my mouth felt like a minor form of sex. The slippery thrusting, the way it caressed my own, the warmth and closeness. I was wet beyond belief.

My panties were soaked by the time he moved his lips down to my neck. I sighed and rubbed his back, gasping when his hand found my breast. I’d never been touched this way before. An urgent need built inside my chest and stomach. I could actually feel my clit throbbing and swelling. He flicked his thumb across my nipple through my shirt and, groaning, I dug my nails into his back. God, I wanted him. I never knew I could want anything so much. It was primal, and savage, and fucking amazing. I was on the verge of begging him to do whatever he wanted.

He moved his lips up to my ear, tickling my neck. “Can I make you come now?”

I almost shuddered at his words. More than anything, it was what I wanted. I wasn’t even sure I knew what was about to happen, but, God, I wanted it. I couldn’t even speak. All I could do was look into his eyes and nod.

At my consent, his eyes grew darkly gleeful and intense. It was like a hungry wolf was looking at me. He slipped my shirt up, exposing my breasts, then flicked his tongue around my nipple.

“Holy fuck.” I groaned, arching my back to push my breast closer to his mouth. Jesus, nothing had ever felt so good.

Miles chuckled as he swirled his tongue around my areola and sucked at my nipple. My God, could anything ever feel better than this? I slid my hands into his hair and watched him play with me, my mouth slightly ajar, breath gasping in and out of my lips. With hands so deft and confident, Miles slipped my panties off and pulled them down my legs. He peppered my chest and stomach with kisses as he moved farther down, nearing my pussy with every kiss. My body hummed with electricity, each second seeming to last both an instant and lifetime.

I was shivering, almost like I was on the verge of a seizure. Then he slid his tongue across my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I dug my fingers into the couch, trying to keep myself from rolling onto the floor. Blood rushed to my face. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even pull in a breath. My brain was short-circuiting. I loved it. I absolutely fucking loved it.

Finally sucking in a breath, I murmured nonsensical words and watched as Miles worked his tongue and lips across my clit and pussy. I’d never been so wet in my life, and when he slid the full length of his tongue into me, a new sensation started to build. A trembling warmth somehow came from deep inside my pussy, burning through my entire body. Unconsciously, my hips started thrusting against his mouth, grinding against his lips and face. I grabbed my own breasts and massaged them asthe feeling of release built ever stronger inside me. I pinched and rubbed my nipples. Nothing had ever felt so perfect, so goddamned amazing.

Suddenly, every inch of my body tingled, and something felt inevitable. It was going to happen. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh God…” The mantra spilled from my lips as I tried to prepare myself.

It was like I crested a hill and came crashing down off the top of a mountain. I screamed, unable to stop myself. Wave after wave of pleasure exploded outward across my body, stars flashed across my vision, and every part of my being gave way to the feeling of euphoria. My legs wrapped around Miles’s head and pulled him closer, desperate for him to continue even though I was already exhausted. He slid his tongue across my pussy and clit one last time before pulling away. That sent me into another tailspin of ecstasy. I collapsed onto the couch, body twitching and jerking like I’d just been electrocuted.

I could feel Miles running his hands gently across my body, and it was like a million feathers caressing me. My body still hadn’t recovered, and all I could do was lie there like a pile of mush. Miles lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down and covered me with the sheets and blankets. Still unable to form words, I couldn’t do more than murmur when he kissed me on the forehead.

“Sleep. I’ll see you later.”

He exited my room and left me there. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt more happy or satisfied. So, this is what all the fuss was about? My God, it was amazing. The only thing I regretted, as I slipped into contented sleep, was that it had taken me this long to experience it.

SIXTEEN

MILES

Sleep should have come easily for me. The night before had been one of the best of my life. Giving Celina that kind of pleasure and watching how my actions made her feel had been rewarding. Making her feel that kind of ecstasy, something she’d never experienced before, had been almost as pleasurable as having sex. There was something satisfying about doing that for her. I struggled to put words to it. Still, even after that, sleep had been difficult to come by.

Instead of slipping off into a land of dreams, all I could think about was what we’d discovered about Felicity. The information we’d uncovered made it impossible to sleep, rest, or think of much else.

When I’d gotten to the office, I told Blayne about the weird feeling I got around the new girl Celina was hanging around with.

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