"Not begging."
He undoes another button, and the blouse flops open. He slides his fingers over the edges of my bra. "You were desperate."
I dig my nails into my thighs. "Not entirely."
"It took everything I had to turn you down." He sinks his teeth into my neck and slides his hand inside my bra.
"Why did you?"
"I don't want you thinking about anything else when I touch you." He slides his fingertips over my nipple.
"I won't. I couldn't. I'm not even sure what day it is."
His breath gets heavy. He undoes the rest of the buttons and pushes the blouse off my shoulders. "I need to hear you come again."
"Okay."
He laughs, his voice sincere. "You really are adorable."
"No."
"Would you prefer sexy as all hell?" He does away with my bra.
I gasp as he cups my breasts.
"Yes." I press my eyelids together. We're talking about something, but it seems irrelevant. I don't care what he calls me as long as he keeps touching me.
"This will be easier on the couch."
"Right." I toss my clothes aside and follow him.
His eyes pass over my body. "Definitely sexy as all hell."
I kick off my skirt.
Miles's hands slide over my hips, under the sides of my panties. He digs his fingertips into my skin and presses his body against mine one part at a time--his hips, his stomach, his chest, his mouth.
He tastes like strawberries.
I can feel his erection through his boxers. I want so badly to wrap my hands around it, to prove I really am sexy as all hell.
I dig my hands into his hair like I'm holding on for dear life. His kiss is intense. It engulfs me.
He grabs my hips and scoops me onto the couch. I'm flat on my back, one leg hanging over the side of the couch, the other pressed against the cushion. Miles stands above me, light falling over every perfect inch of his body.
He's stares at me, into me, through me. It doesn't feel casual, but then again, what could possibly be casual about him being inside me?
He moves onto the couch, planting his body on top of mine. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. Damn, that feels good.
His fingertips skim my sides, my stomach, my chest. His hands feel good on my skin. He should never be allowed to do anything with his hands except touch me.
I arch my back, straining to feel his cock against my sex. Underwear is in the way, but I can feel him through the thin cotton fabric. God, he feels good.
His lips find mine. His kiss is softer. He's slowing down.
Like hell. I slide my tongue into his mouth and swirl it around his. His body shifts. I rock my hips, grinding my crotch against his. The fri
ction sends waves of pleasure through me.