I teased her one day. It was out of nowhere. I’m not sure why I did it. She had taped her broken cell phone cover, going so far as to cut out thin strips around the charger outlet. It was cute. I couldn’t help myself.
“Duct tape iPhones? Is that all the rage?” I said.
Mira isn’t poor. She lives with that rich kid, Lewis, but after the words left my mouth I wondered if she’d deck me. Mira isn’t the kind of girl you joke around with. She is tough and beautiful. I’ve seen her cut down guys twice her size.
But Mira didn’t hit me, she laughed. The sound was light, full of life—the kind of laugh I’d raze mountains to hear.
From that day on, my goal was to get Mira to smile. If I managed a grin, my chest puffed up. If I pulled a full belly laugh out of her, I was riding somewhere in the clouds. But the half-smile—a curve of her lips that hinted at naughtiness—Jesus fucking Christ. The half-smiles heated me from the inside out.
Those half-smiles are mischievous and sexy as hell, and I’ve never seen her look at anyone else that way. It’s as though she reserves them just for me. My own secret smile.
I run my lips over her stomach, grazing her upper thigh with my chin and mouth.
God, her skin is soft. And the way she smells, like vanilla and some underlying floral scent, along with something else I can’t pinpoint but it has me wanting to plaster my nose to her flesh because I can’t fucking get enough. She’s perfect.
I have a raging hard-on, but if she wants to stop, I will happily live with blue balls for the rest of my life. As long as I can be close to her.
My lips brush the inside of her thigh, and her mouth parts, a light, breathy sound escaping.
Interesting…
I do it again, this time allowing my lips to linger on her delicate skin.
She releases another, more guttural moan, sending a blast of heat to my groin.
I press my dick into the mattress, stifling the need to explode.
It’s torture, these little needy sounds she’s giving me, but nothing can stop me from doing whatever it takes to make her feel good.
I move up her body, kissing her above her panties, my arms shaking at the sides of her hips at the restraint it takes not to remove that last bit of fabric and get closer.
“Tyler…” she says.
I suck in a breath at the surge of adrenaline the want in her voice drives through me. The need to be inside her is the most intense rush, my heart pounding, every instinct heightened.
Instead of launching on her the way I’m coiled to do, I slip a finger under the edge of her panties and pause, gauging her reaction.
She lifts for me and I slowly peel them off. And catch myself staring.
There is nothing more beautiful than Mira naked.
I blink and swallow the nerves that have suddenly balled in my throat. I need to at least look like I know what I’m doing.
Shaking the haze of lust and awe from my brain, I run my palms up her waist to her breasts, where I kiss and lick. If this is all we share, I’ll die a happy man.
Mira shifts and her legs fall to either side of my waist, cradling my erection through my jeans.
All thoughts are blotted from existence, except for the need to be as close as humanly possible to her.
I rub against her center, clenching my teeth at the agonizing warmth and friction. It would feel amazing skin-to-skin…
Can’t allow my thoughts to drift there. I’ll explode.
She grabs my head and kisses me. “Take off your pants,” she breathes near my ear.
Oh God. She’s going to kill me.
Is this really happening? Seriously, what is going on? I’m not this lucky.
