Page 99 of Show Me How
I suck under her jaw, my teeth dragging over the mark I hope I left before bringing my lips to hers. She kisses me hard, demanding and controlling. My balls ache as I let her lead the kiss and slide a finger inside her. There’s no resistance now, just a smooth, wet glide that has me spitting a curse into her mouth.
“Next lesson.”
I back up just enough to flick my eyes between hers, searching for any hint of fear. She runs her nose along mine and licks my bottom lip, the hand pressing to my shoulder trailing up to my neck, gripping me there.
“You’re sure?”
She nods rapidly, and I jerk in surprise when she brings her other hand to my chest, palming it so low she’s nearly at my jeans. “Yes.”
Without thinking, I lift her into my arms and haul her out of the studio. She squeaks and tightens her grip on me, as if I’dever fucking drop her. I swallow my tongue when she pushes my shirt up and starts running her nails up and around my stomach. She follows the path of tattoos, and shit—I’m going to lose it any minute.
“Not tasting your pussy for the first time on a tattoo table,” I answer her curious stare before shoving the side door open and hitting the stairs.
Her cheeks explode in pinks and reds. “Why, are you shy now?”
“Not shy,” I grunt, taking the steps two at a time.Possessive.
When we reach the top, I shoulder the door open and carry her through the apartment to her room. She dips her thumb beneath the band of my jeans and drags it side to side, those big blue eyes looking up at me through thick lashes. It’s filthy in a way only Millie can pull off.
“Keep looking at me like that.” It’s a warning and a plea.
I take wide strides down the hall and turn into her room. She unbuttons my jeans and then pulls the zipper down. My head falls forward, hanging there as I groan and say a silent prayer.
“Like what?” she purrs.
At the edge of her bed, I pull her close and let my words fall across her parted lips.
“Like you want more than my tongue, princess.”
29
MILLIE
Shade dropsme onto the mattress at the same time his words hit me.
I blink softly at him as he stands at the end of the bed, his huge frame hovering. I crawl back toward the headboard and claw at the blankets beneath me. The pressure between my legs is taunting me as I fight the urge to spread them in an invitation.
There’s desperate, and then there’sdesperate. I don’t want to be the latter, and if I let him see how badly I really do want him—this—right now, I can’t guarantee that he’ll want to stay in here with me. Coming on too strong feels like the one thing that will have a man like him slipping away.
Instead, I try to slow my racing heart and watch him with a calm expression. His jeans are already open, his black underwear showing where the zipper’s undone. One tug on his belt loops and he’d be stripped of the jeans completely, but he keeps them on. He keeps his eyes fixed on me, pupils expanding quickly.
It feels like minutes pass before I finally crack. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to let me know you’re sure about this before I keep you pinned beneath my mouth for the next several hours.”
My lips part, a surprised breath escaping me. “Hours?”
His body lurches forward as he glares, but not at me. Shade curls his hands into fists before bending to push them into the mattress. My blood sings when I let my thighs relax and part slightly. He snaps his narrowed eyes to where I wanted them, and I bite my cheek, spreading my legs another inch.
“Millie,” he warns, voice garbled.
I shake my head, leaning up on my hands. “Teach me. Show me how to be comfortable enough to share this type of intimacy with someone.”
“Christ. That’s what I’m going to do, princess. Just need to try and not lose it in my pants first.”
My skin flushes worse than it already was. “You always say that.”
“Because you’re constantly pushing me there.”
