The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

I close my eyes, so nervous that I can’t even look at him.

He slides my skirt off, and I stand before him in my panties and bra. He unhooks my bra, and then his lips drop to my nipples as he slowly slides my panties down and throws them to the side.

His eyes drop down my body and then up to my face, and he smiles softly.

“Don’t,” I whisper, embarrassed. “I must be a world away from the women you normally sleep with.”

“Why is that?” he whispers as he kisses my lips.

“I’m . . .”

“Oh, you mean this?” His hands run over my thighs. “A little cellulite,” he whispers. His fingertips dust over my stomach. “A few stretch marks.” He grabs the little pouch of fat on my stomach and gives it a tug, and I smile against his lips. “C-section scar.” He runs his finger over the large scar on my lower stomach. His hands go to my breasts, slightly saggy and not full like they used to be before the kids. He tweaks my nipples, which are large from breastfeeding.

My heart races as he touches all my insecurities.

He holds his hands out wide. “Do I look like a man who doesn’t like what he sees?” he whispers.

My eyes lower to his large erection, and then I drop my head.

“Claire.” He puts his finger under my chin and brings my face up to meet his. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses me. “So fucking beautiful.”

He kisses me again, and it’s soft and tender and caring and not at all what I expected.

“You wear your insecurities here.” He pinches the bottom of my stomach. “Mine are on the inside,” he whispers. “Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”

“I knew it.” I smile against his lips.

He grabs my hips and throws me on the bed and then crawls over me.

“Be gentle, please,” he teases. “Don’t hurt me.”

I burst out laughing, because that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. “You idiot.”

He reaches down and swipes his fingers through my sex. His eyes flicker with arousal. “Hmm . . . so wet.” He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and gives it a hard suck as he slides two fingers in deep.

“Oh . . . God.” My back arches off the bed as he begins to pump me.

“Spread them.”

I open my legs back to the mattress, and he goes slow at first to let me acclimatize. Then he picks up the pace. He really begins to ride me hard with his fingers.

This feels so foreign and new, and I push the fearful thoughts out of my mind.

It’s one time . . . just enjoy this.

My entire body jerks up and down on the mattress from the pressure.

Fuck yes . . . I need this . . . I so need this.

The sound of my wet arousal sucking him in is loud in the room, and the look of triumph in his eyes is so fucking hot. “Clench, baby,” he whispers. “Give me a taste of what I’m about to get.”

I clench hard, and his eyes roll back in his head. He pumps me harder, and I scream out as I come hard. I shudder, and my convulsion lifts me off the bed.

He screws up his face as he pumps me through my body’s rippling around his fingers.

He climbs over me with urgency.

“Condom,” I stammer through my fog.