Page 46 of Reckless

On how simply by existing, she was his pleasure.

He turned, carefully and slowly so she didn’t trip, and walked them over to the bed where he dropped her to the mattress and loomed over her while he looked his fill at her. Lips glossy and plump from where he’d been kissing them. Her nipples stood dark and hard, and he noted she wore a different hoop through her piercing.

“I like this,” he told her as he traced a fingertip over her nipple and then tugged lightly on the jewelry until she gasped and arched into his touch.

“So do I,” she said, her words slightly slurred from the state of pleasure that had washed over her.

He did that. Pride roared through him. This beautiful flame in his life came alive at his touch. This secret face she wore when it was just them two of them alone, bare to one another.

Dropping to his knees, ignoring her frustrated cry when his dick was out of her reach, Miles left a trail of openmouthed kisses from her ankle, up her calf, behind her knee and over the velvet softness of her inner thigh. First one leg and then the other. Teasing not just Harlow, but himself.

Because he wanted to taste her. Wanted to kiss the heart of her in a way that would sear her memory forever. He craved her taste. The salty sweet of her pussy and the sounds she made when he went down on her were things he knew for sure he’d never forget.

When he spread her open with his thumbs, he leaned close to take several long, slow licks, triumphing in the way she shuddered, and her fingers slid into his hair and tightened.

He took his time. Building her up with nuzzles, licks and quick sucks of her clit between his lips. He’d loved learning all her cues, knowing that the flex of her thigh muscles meant she was close to climax.

He wanted it. Not as much as she probably did, but as much as he craved her taste, he craved her orgasms. Loved it when he made her come.

Miles used his palms on her hips to tip her up so he could get at more of her pussy as he drove her higher and higher until she arched on a snarl of his name and filled his senses with only her.

Harlow opened her eyes and stretched her muscles as little aftershocks of pleasure chased through her body. Her hips were a little tender where his fingers had dug into the flesh and muscle as he’d driven her mindless with pleasure. Her skin bruised easily and the first time he’d left a fingerprint bruise on her left ass cheek he’d been immediately sorry, butshewasn’t sorry one bit. She liked it when there was a mark. It hadn’t come from pain or anyone trying to harm her in any way. That was why she kissed him soundly on the mouth, told him she was just fine and to stop apologizing.

He was already putting a condom on, so she rolled up to her knees and bent, smiling against the blankets at the sound he made.

“So fucking beautiful I may die of it,” he mumbled as he lined up behind her, his thighs against hers. He hissed as he slid into her pussy and she tightened herself around him, moaning as the bead on his piercing stroked against her inner walls.

Miles ran the edge of his nails down her spine and then back up again, then he tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her head back as he bent down, both straining to kiss the other as he began to stroke his cock deep into her cunt and back out again. Over and over and over until she was the one who thought she might die of pleasure as he left her there, right on the edge of coming again.

He kept control of the pace, even as she squirmed against him, delighting in his grunts and snarls as she pulled him closer and closer to his own climax.

More. She needed more of him. All he had to give and maybe a tiny bit more than that. She’d take what he offered freely, but with Miles there was always greed. Just one more kiss even moments after the last kiss had ended. When she watched him perform, she now knew what he looked like while he fucked her, and it had been impossible not to see one while he did the other.

“Make yourself come,” he told her.

She had to redistribute her weight and balance to free one of her arms to reach her clit and that first touch told her it wasn’t going to be very long. He must have known that because he sped up his thrusts, fucking into her, the sound each time his body met hers was a muffled slap and that was all she needed, that last nudge and she exploded around his cock.

“Fuck,” he wheezed and pressed two more times before he came as well.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

“Iknow it was a shitty way to get to this point,” Miles said to himself, “but damn if it’s not fucking awesome to wake up to my bed warm from my woman.”

Harlow was in the shower, singing an Earthquakes song, which eased satisfaction aside and replaced it with pride. Maddie had a great voice and she had pretty much no competition at her level, and Miles would be the first person to say so. But Harlow’s smoky, whisky rough voice did something to him.

And she knew he would hear. A compliment to him in her own way.

Smiling, got out of bed, pulled on some pants, and went to get the breakfast he’d ordered when they’d finally been ready to sleep the night before.

While she was still in the shower, he took a moment to text Nora to let her know Harlow was okay.

But she called him. “Talking is better than texting. How is she this morning?”

“She’s in the shower right now. Before she went in there, she said she wanted a big breakfast which just arrived.”

“Tell me what happened.”

Nora was bossy as hell. Probably needed to be to practically live with Harlow half the year when they were on the road.

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