Page 95 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
I kissed her like I wanted to ruin her, my teeth catching her lower lip just to hear that sharp little gasp she’d make. Her body arched into mine, her fingers twisting in my hair like she still thought she was in charge.
She wasn’t.
But if she wanted to fight me for it, I’d let her.
Her breath hitched as I pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. Her lips, swollen and pink, parted on a ragged exhale.
“You’re a hazard,” I murmured against her lips, sliding a hand down to her bare thigh and hitching it around my hip. “All these fucking pins. You’re lucky one didn’t take my eye out.”
She scoffed, but it turned into a moan as I bit at her earlobe. “Maybe Iwantedto maim you.”
“Liar.” I hauled her up into my arms before she could protest, her other leg wrapping around me on instinct. She was light but warm, the heat of her already burning through my suit. “You like me fully functional.”
Her arms tightened around my neck as I carried her across the deck, the yacht swaying gently beneath us. The master suite was all dark wood and low light, the bed already turned down—planned, obviously, because I’d known damn well we’d end up here tonight.
“This your grand seduction plan?” she asked, giggling as I dropped her onto the mattress, her hair fanning out around her wildly against the sheets. “Manhandling me like cargo?”
I braced a knee between her thighs as I shrugged my jacket off, popped a few buttons of my dress shirt, and then leaned over her. “Sweetheart,” I murmured, pushing her borrowed shirt up to her waist—of course she wasn’t wearing anything beneath this, God fucking dammit—and higher, over her breasts, forcingher arms up to peel it off her inch by inch. “If I were treating you like cargo tonight, you’d be tied down.”
Her breath caught. Igrinned.
The sight of her sprawled out beneath me in nothing but the moonlight and the two lit sconces on the wall was enough to make my pulse roar in my ears. I dragged my fingers up her inner thigh, not quite reaching where she wanted me to, as the yacht swayed again.
“You’re overdressed,” she muttered, her nails scraping the front of my half-open shirt in protest.
“I know.” I caught her wrist, pinning it to the pillow above her head. “And you talk too much.”
She let out a weak little noise when I leaned down, my lips brushing the curve of her breast, close,soclose. I wanted to make her writhe, wanted to make hersquirm, wanted to make her fucking beg for once.
“Matt—”
I chuckled against her skin, nipping at the underside of her breast, just hard enough to make her hips jerk up into me. “We’ve been at this long enough for you to know how this goes, Sienna.”
She whined, her hips rising again, testing me,always fucking testing me.I gripped her hip with my free hand, pushing her back down into the mattress. “I know,” she hissed. “But I also know you hate losing.”
I dragged my tongue over her nipple, reveling in the curse that fell from her lips. “Then it’s a good thing I never do.”
Her laugh was cut short when I finally sucked her into my mouth, her back arching off the bed in surrender. I kept her wrist locked tight in my grasp, but her other hand fisted the sheets as I took my time, slow and deliberate swipes of my tongue, the graze of my teeth, until she was twisting beneath me, her chest flushed, whimpered little sounds falling from her lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her skin, nipping at her collarbone as I made my way back up to her mouth.
“You know what I?—”
I caught her mouth in another bruising kiss before pulling back just an inch. “Then ask meproperly.”
Her eyes darkened, frustrated and needy, as I slid back down her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her ribs, her hips, my grip on her wrist loosening entirely. The salt air clung to her skin, mingling with the scent ofheras I settled between her thighs.
Of course, she didn’t heed my request. She ignored it like she was made for testing my patience.
She gasped as I dragged my tongue up the expanse of her, slow and filthy, tasting the proof of just how much my touch affected her.
“Still so fucking stubborn,” I murmured against her, closing my lips around her.
Her legs tensed around my head, her back arching. “Matt?—”
“Mmm?” I flicked my tongue, relentless, drinking in every little twitch of her beneath me.
“I swear toGodif you stop?—”
