“Stop shaking that ass!” he groaned as he continued to chase me. “It’s distracting me!”
I wasn’t exactly doing it on purpose, but because he’d pointed it out, I did put a sway in my hips as I bypassed the stairs and rushed further into the room.
Myles groaned again. “God, that ass will be my demise,” he all but panted. “I can’t wait to taste it later.”
I wasn’t sure whether he’d said that to throw me off, or whether he actually meant it. Either way, I didn’t let that comment get to me.
My heart was thrashing against my chest when I reached the leather couch –Avô’scouch – in the middle of the living room, before stopping behind it. My legs were burning; sweat was trickling down my temples, neck, and spine. My breaths were icy in my throat, my nose, and when Myles stopped on the other side, just as out of breath as me, I wiggled the box at him.
“Give it back,” he all but ordered.
I shook my head again, and took a step back when he marched over to me in just two long strides.
Oops.
His eyes gleamed as he looked down at me. “Give it back, Rina,” he whispered.
No, I signed.
He bunched the side of my t-shirt and pulled me to him, and I stumbled against him before raising a brow at him.
“You really love working me up, don’t you?” he asked slowly.
I rose on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his. I didn’t kiss him proper; merely touched his mouth faintly in a way I knew would affect him just the same.
He smirked as he shifted, then gently pressed his hips against my stomach.
“I’m going to fuck that smugness out of you tonight,” he promised, his gaze dark. “And my God, I’m going to cherish every damn second of it.”
I swallowed, and felt heat rise between my legs.
“You want that, don’t you?” Myles asked, then ran his free hand over the side of my waist, up to my left breast, my collarbone, and then…
He snatched the box from me before I could even blink. “Gotcha,” he said around a grin.
Dammit.
I scowled and shoved at his chest.Asshole, I signed, to which he chuckled.
“I meant every word, though,” he told me sincerely, then gave me a chaste kiss. “I want that ass, and I want that pussy – so bad that it’s driving me nuts right now.”
I pressed my thighs together when I felt an ache between them.Then take me, I signed.
He shook his head. “I have to work, remember?”
I clicked my tongue.Then show me what is in the box, I told him.
He pursed his lips. “No?”
I glared at him, but he kept his expression neutral as he stared back at me.
I huffed in annoyance, then decided to just let it go as I made to walk away from him.
I’d only just passed by him, though, when he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
A small smile tugged at my lips.Gotcha, I wanted to sign to him, but instead, I maintained the anger on my face as I let him drag me back towards him.
Myles frowned at me when our eyes met. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said. “I’m sorry, babe.”
