Page 19 of Midnight Kisses
“But you do want to leave with me, don’t you?”
Her gaze dropped to my collar. I’d undone my bowtie an hour ago because it was fucking me off. God help me, she licked her lips.
When she nodded, I wanted to leap for joy and punch the air. I restrained myself. Barely.
“Why don’t you slap me and storm off, then meet me outside?” I suggested. “Mum would never think we’d left together then.”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”
“I never joke.”
“I’m not going to slap you, Miles. Let’s just keep dancing.” She shrugged my arm off her shoulders, then picked both up and placed them back on her lush hips where they belonged. When she stepped back into my embrace, we were much closer than we had been before. Torso to torso, groin to groin. If she moved one little inch to the left, she’d feel exactly how ready I was to ditch this fucking party.
“You don’t have to slap mehard,” I continued. “I’m not saying rearrange my face, Perry. Just a little tap, so people think you’re off somewhere despising me, not tying me to my bed and riding me until we’re both boneless.”
Her cheeks flushed an interesting shade of pink and she said, “Don’t be silly, Miles. You haven’t done anything deserving of a slap.”
“Should I grab your ass?” I couldn’t help myself, I slid my hands lower down her hips, over her backside. “How about now? Do I deserve a slap now?”
Shedefinitely did, right over these delicious cheeks. When I thought about how they’d quiver under my hand, my cock gave a painful leap.
She looked at me from under heavy lids. “No,” she whispered. “Still no slap.”
“Give a man a chance, Perry. I’m harder than a block of ice right now.”
“Are you?”
“Feel free to verify.”
I was teasing, I didn’t actually think she would. But fuck me, because she angled her hips to use her thighs as cover, then pressed a palm over my thick erection. I just about exploded in my pants.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed. “You are.”
I was looking at the ceiling, trying to keep it together, trying to do basically anything except for thrust into her hand like an animal.
My voice was hoarse. “I told you. I’ll never lie to you.”
She slid her hand over the front of my pants, exploring the size and thickness. I’d never been so turned on from so little. I should have known this would be the case if I did finally find her, because I’d jacked off to the memory of her spreading her legs so many times already. Our sexual chemistry was off the charts, which was as intimidating as it was amazing. Perry was insanely hot, sharp as hell, and sweet—and even though I didn’t usually go for sweet women, it worked for her, somehow.
I could only cope with another thirty seconds of her fondling hand before I threw her over my shoulder and made her come home with me. I didn’t give a shit who saw. No stranger's opinion mattered to me. I cared about my immediate family, mycompany, and re-experiencing what Perry tasted like. That was it.
CHAPTER 8
PERRY
Again,I stopped him as he tried to shepherd me out of the room. “Are you a chubby chaser, Miles?”
He stopped tugging and frowned at me. “What’s that?”
“Someone who is only attracted to fat people and fetishises their bodies.”
“I’m attracted to women who are hot. Is that—” he was a confident man, but his expression grew wary, like he was trying to navigate a field full of tripwires he’d been told were there, but he couldn’t see them for himself. “—Is that bad?”
“No. Some fat women like dating chubby chasers, but I don’t. I don’t want to be fetishised.”
His wariness evaporated. “I promise not to fetishise your body, but I will admire it, how’s that?”
A grin spread across my face. “Good.”
