He’ll be the death of me, too.
My name on his lips is enough to kill me.
His mouth covers mine and he brings a hand to the back of my head, crushing our faces together. I wind one arm more tightly around his neck; the other presses down his glorious back and over his bum. Oh, good Lord. His bum. It’s so tight and firm under those suit trousers he’s wearing. It’s delicious.
It’severything.
I grope it harder, curling my fingers around his flesh while his tongue invades my mouth and shows me exactly what it’s capable of.
He pulls away, just enough to mutter, ‘I need to get you naked. I need it, baby.’
I gasp something that’s probablypleaseas he unbuttons my cuffs before walking around me. He sighs into the back of my head as he undoes the tiny buttons at the collar and unzips me.
‘Fuck.’ He turns me around and slides the dress down my body to the floor. He glances quickly at my face before his gaze rivets to my boobs, and the biggest smile hits his face. Those dimples areout.
‘Oh, my God. Oh, my… sweet Jesus.’ He hasn’t even seen them with my bra off yet, and it’s as if he’s a kid who’s just seen Santa. He shakes his head. ‘I swear, baby, you have the best tits I’veeverseen.’
‘Sothat’sall I needed to do to make you smile like that.’ I’m already addicted to this version of him. ‘If only I’d known.’
‘I’m a simple man, gorgeous.’
His hands move up my sides to cup them. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, through the lace of my red balconettebra. It’s only cheap, but it feels like the best underwear choice ever. My nipples react to his touch like crazy, hardening into little pebbles just like when we were watching the choir, butbetter, because right now there’s almost nothing between my skin and his.
‘Does that feel good?’ His voice is hoarse, his expression rapt.
‘So good. It feels so good, Miles. Take it off.’
‘You take it off.Please, baby. I want to see you take it off.’
Because I’d do anything this man asked, because he’s making me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet right now, and because I’m as desperate to get my clothing off as he is, I reach behind and undo the hooks at the back of my bra, letting it slide down over my shoulders. I drop it on the floor, watching for his reaction.
He bites down on his bottom lip.
‘Saoirse. Sweetheart. They are fucking perfect.’
He weighs my boobs in his hands, his palms brushing their soft underside, and I shiver.
He bends.
Kisses one nipple.
A lick.
And then a hard suck.
My knees are going to give.
‘Miles.’
His fingers roam over my boobs. Gliding. Pressing. Rolling my nipples.
‘I need you naked. Take this off for me.’ He hooks a finger under the waistband of my matching thong and snaps it lightly before his hand rolls around to my bare bum cheek.
‘I want you naked too,’ I protest, but I pull the thong down and step out of it, because his voice is low and hypnotic and kind of powerful, and that gruff bossiness thathe’s prone to, that can be pretty irritating in real life, is really,reallydoing it for me right now.
‘You’ll get to strip me in a few minutes, I promise.’
He leans in close to my ear.
