Page 101 of Heroes & Hitmen
She jumps, catching my eye in the mirror with a scowl. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people in the middle of a crisis,” she admonishes.
“It’s not sneaking if you left the door open,” I reply, pushing off the frame and striding in her direction. “You seem stressed, babe. You good?”
She rolls her eyes. “Do I lookgood?”
“Honestly?” I cock my head, giving her a slow once-over in the mirror. “You look incredible.”
Miley huffs at her own reflection, clearly unimpressed. “Liar. I look hideous in this dress. It shows every lump, every bulge…”
“Don’t do that,” I growl, cutting her off.
She blinks. “Do what?”
“Rip yourself to pieces over some delusion that you’re not a knockout. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Miley Beckett.”
She clucks her tongue, rolling her eyes again.
“You know I’d fuck you in a trash bag, right?” I remark, a smirk curving my lips.
“This may as well be one,” she grumbles bitterly.
“Don’t,” I say again, shaking my head as I step in closer. “Not tonight.” I place both hands on her hips, thumbs brushing over the space where bone melts to curve. “It’s our last one together for awhile, so tonight, I want you to look at yourself through my eyes for a change, see what I see.”
Miley tries to wriggle away, but I hold her steady, hooking my chin over her shoulder and holding her gaze in the mirror. She glares back, hair neatly pinned, skin flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
I slowly run my hands up her sides, feeling a little shiver roll through her. “These curves of yours drive me crazy,” I murmur in her ear, fingertips skating up the silky fabric of the gown. “And this dress hugs every one of them in a way that feels like it’s designed to ruin me. When I look at you in this, I don’t see a single fucking flaw, babe. I see an absolute work of art.”
She tuts under her breath, but her cheeks pinken with a blush, so I keep going. I slide one hand up, fingers grazing her ribs just under the edge of her breast.
“Look at how fucking sexy you are,” I growl, catching her eyes in the mirror and not letting go. “I’m gonna be the luckiest sonofabitch in the room tonight because you’re on my arm. And I’ll be making every other asshole jealous because they know you’remine.”
Her breath catches, heart pounding faster beneath my fingertips.
“And if you hate the dress that much, then I’ll gladly rip it off you as soon as we get home,” I add, winking.
She snorts a laugh, some of the tension bleeding out of her posture. “You’re an idiot.”
“But I’myouridiot,” I chuckle, pressing my chest tighter to her back, the heat between us pulsing like a live wire. “And you look fucking edible in that dress, so stop stressing and let’s just go get this whole freakshow over with.”
She traps her lower lip between her teeth, glancing down, then back up. “You’re sure it looks okay?”
“Positive,” I reply, shifting my hips so she can feel the growing bulge in my pants against her backside as proof. “The way you look tonight should come with a warning label, baby.”
“Stop it,” she huffs.
“What, I can’t tell you you’re sexy?” I chuckle as I let my hands explore her lithe body, fingers tracing the line of her waist. “That I want you so much it drives me insane?”
“Ares,” she grits out, squirming beneath my touch. Her hips arch, breath hitching as I splay a palm against her flat stomach.
“Look at yourself, see what I see,” I coax, watching her in the mirror. Her pupils are blown wide, lips slightly parted. I trail my nose up the curve of her neck, inhaling her addictive freesia and vanilla scent as I murmur against her skin.
“I see an incredible body in a dress that highlights all my favorite parts of it. Soft, flawless skin that feels way too good against mine. Eyes that see straight through people’s bullshit, a tongue that can cut someone down in three seconds flat. And a face so gorgeous I’m tempted to start spouting cheesy poetry or some shit.”
That last part makes her laugh– and not even a forced one. I grin as my hands travel up to cup her tits over the dress, thumbs rubbing circles around her nipples until they stiffen beneath the fabric.
“See what I mean?” I whisper. “Beautiful.”
She bites her lip harder, eyes locked on the mirror.
