Page 50 of Sweet Heat

Once I’m sure she’s steady on her legs, I reach for her favorite soap and pump a generous amount into my hands before turning into a thick lather.

“Is that my soap? And shampoo?” she asks with a giggle.

“Yup. And your conditioner. Under the sink, there’s all your favorite products, too.” Using the bubbly froth, I rub it over her body, spending extra time making sure the metallic lotion disappears with the swirling water down the drain.

“I never thought I would be so happy to have a stalker,” she jokes, her body melting under my gentle ministrations.

“I prefer the term wonderful mate. Lover. Or future husband,” I snark back, moving to cup her lush breasts. Her sudden intake of breath makes the heavy globes bounce in my hands, and I watch as her nipples pebble. Running my thumbs over the rosy tips makes her groan and press against me, so I do it again.

“I can get behind those names,” she agrees, and I’m so fucking grateful she’s willing to give me another chance after thinking I hated her for so long.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

Her cotton candy scent deepens, growing sweeter with desire, and I realize we had better wrap up this shower quickly, or we’re both going to lose our virginity standing up. I make sure she’s squeaky clean, then slam off the shower so hard that the pipes rattle in protest.

“Towels now,” I announce, swinging the door open and allowing the steam to billow out and fog the mirror. Stumbling out, my cock bobbing against my stomach, I swipe two fluffytowels, tossing one over my shoulder and holding the other out for Posie to step into.

She allows me to wrap it around her, and my cock jerks in anticipation. Water runs down my legs, creating little puddles on the floor, but I pay them no mind, instead enjoying Posie’s hungry gaze raking over my body, her eyes zeroing in on my bobbing erection.

The slightest tint of burned sugar swirls around us, slamming against my Alpha instincts, and I’m so grateful to have that window into her thoughts.

“I’ll be gentle, Puff,” I promise, running my hand down her arm.

“I don’t want you to be,” she announces with bravado, but her scent gives her away. Before I get another chance to soothe her, she drops the towel to the floor and saunters out of the room, giving me a glimpse of her round ass bouncing as she goes.

When my sassy girl reaches the door, she glances back with a saucy smirk that has me ready to pounce.

“Are you coming?”

Not yet. But soon, we’re both gonna be.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tossing down the gauntlet, I do my best to act cool as I walk out of the bathroom. Water from the shower and my slick combine to make me a soaking mess. I must look terrible, but the way Miller treats me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Lust coils low in my belly, and my pussy thrums, needing to be filled by his enormous Alpha cock. While there’s some trepidation about his size, I’ve never felt more ready. If I push past all the denial and admit reality; I’ve wanted Miller from themoment I met him.

Way back when I was just a kid, he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Something inexplicable has always drawn me to the handsome athlete with sparkling blue eyes that change shades with his moods. Even though I wasn’t supposed to be, I’ve spent forever watching and observing him. Watching him be kind to everyone he passes, even fans when he wants peace and quiet. Seeing him draw strength from an endless well after his parents died.

And now, being in his private space has given me another piece of the Miller Phillips puzzle. A clear understanding of why he’s never dated a woman or joined my brother’s pack, even though he’s been invited countless times. Miller has never had the time or space for anyone but me—and this shrine to all my favorite things proves it.

Scent match.

His spacious bed comes into view, my half-finished nest laughing at me, but the urge to create it has passed. The spark burned out by my desire to be one with my Alpha.

Excitement races through me. His heat radiates against my back, and his feet slap the floor closer than I expect, making me pick up the pace. He’s seen every part of me now and had his hands on most of my body; nevertheless, the urge to dive under all the blankets is strong. Like maybe under there, my stretch marks will disappear.

“Fuck, Puff. Get on the bed and spread for me,” he demands, and I giggle, launching myself into the piles of softness. My wet hair slaps against the sheets, leaving a dark mark, but it doesn’t stay there long. Miller’s hand snaps out, fisting the locks, twisting them in his hand, then gently pulling my head backto expose my neck for his hungry mouth. His legs come down on the outside of my hips, and his other hand presses into the pillows by my face. Alpha energy crackles in the room, popping goosebumps along my arms and legs, and for the first time, I wonder if perhaps my teasing has pushed him too far.

But I’m not afraid—exactly the opposite. Caged by Miller, completely at his mercy, my skin becomes unbearably sensitive, every nerve ending ready for him to make mefeel. To make me come. To make me his in every way.

The compulsion to surrender is so strong that I don’t question it. “Alpha,” I whine, baring my neck as far as it will go. His body drops lower, cock nestling in the crack of my ass, searing my skin like a brand. Being pressed into the mattress only heightens my arousal, and slick floods my core. Wantonly, I grind against him in slow circles, too turned on to stop.

With a long swipe of his tongue, Miller licks the side of my neck before latching on and sucking hard enough to wring a whimper from me. Every movement sends electricity zipping straight to my already throbbing clit, and my hips jerk violently, seeking anything to soothe the ache.

Growling, Miller lifts off me for a second, releasing my hair and tossing me onto my back like a ragdoll. His eyes are impossibly dark, the pupils dominating them with barely any of the blue irises visible. Something hard and thick slaps against my mound, and I glance down to see his angry red tip beading pre-cum. Slipping my hand between us, I grab his cock and rub my thumb over it to collect the liquid before bringing it to my mouth.

The second his flavor hits my tongue, my eyes roll back, and I savor every nuance of his flavor. The sugar, cinnamon, caramel, and fried dough. Like before, it causes his scent to enter my lungs, and I’m in heaven as it washes over me.

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