Flawed (Ethan Frost 4)

“Why don’t you shut up and kiss me?”

“I’d be happy to,” I answer with a grin. And then I open my mouth and pull the finger she’s got resting against my lips deep into the recesses of my mouth.

She gasps as I nip at her fingertip, then moans when I do it again. And again.

“Hey, Tori,” I tell her when I finally let go of her finger.

“Yeah?” This time her voice is husky, breathless. Exactly as I like it.

“I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.”

She grins as she leans forward and brushes her lips against mine. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”

Chapter 19

Tori

I tremble at the first touch of Miles’s mouth on mine. There’s a part of me that says I shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now, and definitely not with him. I sought him out in here to apologize, and maybe—just maybe—for a quick, meaningless little hookup. But there’s nothing meaningless about the way Miles is holding my neck. Nothing meaningless in the way he’s pressed up against me. And definitely nothing meaningless about the way he’s licking slowly, carefully, deliberately inside my mouth.

I know I need to be careful, know that Miles is absolutely the last man that I can afford to fall for right now. But that doesn’t seem to matter as he presses closer into the V of my legs.

As he slides a hand along the outside of my thigh.

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As he sucks my lower lip between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to send electricity streaking along my spine.

He tastes so good, feels so good, that all my good intentions go out the window and all I’m left with is this crazy beat in my blood, this powerful throb in my brain. It’s a feeling that somehow turns into a mantra of want him, need him, have to have him. Over and over and over, the words echo in my head. In my heart. In the soul I’ve tried so long to pretend that I don’t have.

For a second, just a second, warning bells go off in my head and I put my hands on his shoulders, begin to push him away. I shouldn’t want him this much, shouldn’t need him this much. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be charmed and excited and thrilled at the way he’s holding me. But I am. I am. Because the way he’s holding me doesn’t say Casual hookup. It doesn’t say Good time. It says that he wants me, that he needs me, as much as I want and need him. And that is both the most exhilarating and most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced.

Even being cut off with nothing by my father wasn’t as scary as this. Because even as I walked those two miles barefoot, I knew that I had a place to go at the end of it. I knew that I had Chloe to lean on. But this? There is no cushy landing at the end of this, no one to hold my hand and make everything okay. If I give myself to Miles, if I really give myself to him, there is no going back. It’s fly or fall, do or die, and my track record with men isn’t exactly golden.

And yet I still don’t pull away. Despite all the doubts, all the fear burning inside me, I pull him closer with the hands I meant to use to push him away. I open my mouth to him, let him delve deeper, then wrap my legs and arms around him so tightly that I can feel the thud of his heart against my own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips. “So goddamn beautiful.”

“So are you,” I whisper back. “And I want you so much.” This time it’s my turn to suck his lower lip between my teeth. My turn to bite down. My turn to take his groan into my mouth and swallow it down.

And just that easily the kiss that had been warm and tender and sweet turns hard and hungry.

His fingers tangle in my hair and yank my head back. I moan a little, arch against him, and give myself up as he invades me. As he devours me.

Lips and tongue and teeth, he uses them all to stoke the flames inside me, to bring me to a frenzied state where nothing matters but the feel of him against me, around me, inside me. Until everything I want, everything I need, everything I have to have is him.

“Tori.” He growls my name—low and deep and so harsh it batters its way through me. Has heat sizzling along my nerve endings and every hair on my body standing on end. I whimper in response, the only sound I can make, and do the only thing I can do. I open myself to him. Give him everything I have, everything he needs. Then take what I so desperately need in return.

Once again, his tongue slips between my parted lips. It tangles with my own before licking along the roof of my mouth, the inside of my cheek. Somehow my hands are in his hair, my fingers twisting in the cool, silken locks in an effort to pull him even closer.

In an effort to pull him all the way inside me.

He groans again, his mouth growing hotter and harder against my own as he demands everything I have to give and more.

He bites at my lips now, sharp little nips that make fire gather low in my belly. Then he sucks my tongue deep into his mouth and strokes it. Strokes me. Again and again and again, until all I can feel, want, need is him.

Until all my fears don’t seem to matter anymore.

Until nothing matters. Nothing but Miles.