“You okay?” he asked her, drawing her close.
Beyond words she nodded and to underline it, she dragged the edge of her nails up his sides, over his ribs until he groaned.
Miles wasn’t entirely sure anything in his life had ever felt so intense. In his arms she was a barely leashed fire. The heat of her skin seemed to blast over his body. Her scent, the shampoo she used, he thought, the earthy perfume she wore, and the spice of her desire rose and tightened all around him, pulling him in and snagging all his focus.
He glanced at the couch in the living room. Just that afternoon he’d caught sight of the arm and wondered if it would be a good height to bend her over and take her from behind.
But what he craved right then was to spread her out over the bed and touch every part of her. Explore what made her toes curl.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked as he stepped far enough to take her hand and pull her toward the adjoining bedroom.
“That’s the most random question,” she said, following along.
“I don’t want you to get dehydrated. I need you to keep your strength up.”
“Well. Put that way. I should drink something.”
She looked around the room when he let go of her hand and moved to the mini fridge to get some water for her, and by the time he’d turned around, her shirt was off and her hands were at the buttons of her pants. “Multi-tasking,” she said and made him snort.
“Whatever you want to call it, I’m game.” He handed her a glass of water and she drank it down in several deep gulps before handing it back.
“Areyouthirsty? Because I’m about to wring you dry.”
Surprised delight hit him, snagged between amusement and desire. But he drank water because he hoped she was serious.
And as he did, she shimmied from her pants, exposing more skin and ink.
“You’re going to need to catch up or I’ll be forced to have fun all alone,” she said.
He was out of his jeans and boxers in record time, and he really dug that they both laughed as they went. He liked it even more that she turned another lamp on as she munched the chocolate she’d stolen off his pillow.
The long line of her throat called to him, and he gave in, drawing his mouth and fingertips over the delicate skin there. All while he petted down her shoulder, to her elbow which he held to steer her back to the bed.
When she tipped back and fell to the mattress, he stole long moments to simply take her in. Long, strong legs, bright blue toenails that matched her fingernails. And when he slid her boyshort style underpants down she made a sound that shot straight up his spine.
Her bra was one of the ones that closed in the front. He liked that. Liked even more that the little clasp was a heart. Her tits, freed of the bra were so pretty. He didn’t have a favorite kind of breast. He liked them all. But hers were a pair he’d be happy to be able to see as often as he could.
“Pierced,” he said softly as he reached out and gave the pretty bar running through her right nipple a twist to one side and then the other.
That worked given the arch of her back and the gasp of pleasure it evoked.
When she lifted herself enough to grab his cock at the root and slid her fist up and over the head. “Pierced.”
He grinned. “Glad you like.”
“Well, I mean.” She squeezed gently for emphasis. “You’ve got the raw material to get the job done. The Prince Albert is just a delightful surprise. I’ve never checked out that particular dick from the library before.”
How he could snort laugh while being ridiculously turned on he didn’t know. But he dug it.
“I hope it’ll be your favorite dick ever,” he teased, but he meant it too.
“We’ll have to take it for a test drive just to see.”
He knelt over her body because he needed to kiss her again. Needed to kiss and kiss and kiss her until she craved him as much as he craved her.
What was it about the way he cupped her throat, gentle but firm at the same time? It sent desire racing through her system. Well,moredesire because she was already lightheaded from all the blood in her body settling between her thighs.
As she’d thought, a naked Miles Brown was…well, quite a sight. One she’d probably not forget. She hoped.