Page 13 of Coveted By The Bear

“Oh, I know so,” he said, canting his head to look at me like he was trying to figure something out.

“Hmm.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” Miles asked, and sounded shocked.

“It’s not that. You just don’t have to say that to me,” I said, biting my lower lip and glancing up at him through my lashes.

“Why?”

I paused and closed my eyes. Shit. Why did I have to go there?

“Tell me why, Hope,” he said, and this time it wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

“Because good looking guys don’t say things like that to me. I mean, I’m just a regular girl. Nothing special.”

Miles’ eyebrows furrowed, and his irises seemed to glow. A rumbling sort of sound came from his chest, and I gasped as he reached for me.

Big hands clamped down on my waist, and he pulled me closer. His eyes were on mine the whole time, like he was waiting for me to protest.

But I didn’t. In fact, I liked the way it felt, having his hands on me. And I had to admit I was curious to see what he’d do next.

Would kissing Miles Orson be every bit as hot as I imagined it would be?

And yeah, I’d imagined alright. I’d imagined quite a lot.

“I know I’ve got no right to touch you, and if you want me to stop, just say the word. But I would have to kick my own ass if I let you keep on thinking things like that for even a second longer,” he growled, pulling me till my front was pressed against his.

“Miles,” I whimpered as he leaned down.

“Easy, I got you,” he whispered, then his lips were pressed to mine.

What started as something soft and gentle soon exploded into something decidedly not. A deep groan spilled from my lips as our tongues tangled and Miles’ hand clamped over the back of my neck.

“Fuck, you taste like apples,” he mumbled, his tongue diving back inside my mouth and I could only moan my response.

My knees went weak and were it not for the way he wrapped me up in his solid embrace, I had no doubt I’d be a puddle ofplease do me nowat his feet.

His kiss was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was like he was trying to memorize my taste. Like he was claiming his ownership with every stroke of his tongue.

My body hummed with desire. My nipples tightened beneath my clothes, and I pressed myself closer to his body, trying to relieve some of that tension.

“We have to stop,” he whispered, still kissing me.

“Why?” I asked, before I remembered good girls didn’t say things like that.

“Because you have work,” he replied, and just then my phone alarm chirped.

Fuck.

“Oh, yeah. Work.”

“Can I see you after?”

I blinked my eyes slowly coming down from the high that was making out with Miles. I felt achy, unsatisfied. But also completely dumbfounded.

He’d kissed me.

“Yeah. Sure,” I replied and stepped back, unsure of how to behave with him now.

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