“You are so slick,” he groans against my skin. He slips two fingers inside, curling them into my G-spot as if he has a mapof my body. “I want you to come for me. Come all over my hand, sunshine.”
He works sounds from my throat I didn’t know I could make as his fingers explore me. Pushing me closer and closer to that edge.
“Miles—” I whimper. A plea full of all of my needs and a prayer to the man that’s bringing me pleasure, all at once. It’s like being struck by lightning. My whole body feels alive. I’m on fire. Burning up like a comet entering the atmosphere. I tense, my legs locking around him as he rocks his fingers into me and his palm against my clit.
“I’m here, sunshine, let go, I’m here.” His heated words against my flesh shatter me. And I’m floating, weightless, the tension released in full. Nothing should feel this good. It could be dangerous. It could break me for real this time.
I come back to myself, still clinging to him, still pressed against the hardwood behind me. I must really have a thing for being pinned against doors because this is the second time in two days it's happened. He draws his hand from my sweats, his fingers glisten with my release, and he brings them to his lips, drawing one digit at a time into his mouth.
My lips part as I watch the sinful action, and the absolute pleasure that crosses his handsome face as he licks his fingers clean. My stomach bottoms out, and I’m positive that the lust building there now will make what I just experienced seem like child's play.
“I could live off of your taste,” he murmurs.
As he leans forward to capture my lips again, the door knob rattles, and someone tries to open the door. The weight of us both on it keeps it closed as my legs drop to the floor. Eyes wide, we stare at each other.
He isn't supposed to be here.
“Hey! Is someone there? Unlock the door.”
The blood drains from my face as Blair's voice sounds through the door. Oh shit. She can't find him here.
Flipping the lock into place, I push him back, frantically looking around the space for a hiding place.
He strides across the room and looks out at the small roof. Then he’s pushing the window up and climbing out of it.
“See you soon,” he mouths. He flashes me a smile and shuts the window between us before disappearing over the edge of the roof.
A gasp parts my lips as I rush forward to see he uses the trellis to climb down. He's caught the attention of his pack and Chad. The latter of which follows his path back up the wall of flowers to me in the window.
I can't tell from here, but I can imagine the sparkle in the depths of his eyes and the slight curve of his lips as he smiles. He'll drill me for all the details later.
Blair continues to rattle the door knob behind me, insisting to be let in. Smoothing my fingers through my hair, I cross back to the door. My cheeks still feel warm, and my lips definitely feel kissed. Anyone that sees me will be able to guess what I’ve been doing. Well, they could if Miles was still in here.
“Just a second,” I mutter. Unlocking the door, I swing it wide. “Sorry, I didn't know it was locked.”
She steps into the room, suspicion painted on her face as thick as her flawless makeup. Her eyes survey the space before coming back to me and narrowing.
“This isn't only your space,” she sneers. “You might think you're the princess of the season, but everyone can tell that the pack’s just being nice.”
I swallow, rolling my lips between my teeth to keep from responding. She isn't worth it.
She watches me for a few more seconds before rolling her eyes and stalking across the room to pick up a book on a sidetable. Her attention catches on the window, and I know she sees them by the way she inhales all wistfully and shit.
“Is this what you were doing up here with the door locked? Spying on them? How pathetic.”
I grit my teeth, attempting to bite my tongue, but I can’t stop myself this time. “Do you think they are painting you as the mega bitch you are on national TV? Or just a panting omega, chasing the alphas?” She gasps like I slapped her, and I let a slow smile tug at my lips. “I bet it is both. Your fans are going to hate you when you’re done.”
She pales and snaps her gaping mouth shut. “You don’t have to be mean.”
I laugh. “Mean?” Shaking my head in mock amusement, I returned to the seat I had been sitting in before Miles appeared. I pick up a random book and lift my eyes to her. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish.”
“Don’t thinkwe aren’t going to talk about what I witnessed,” Chad says, as he drops down to the patio couch beside me. He lifts an eyebrow as a smile pulls at his lips. “You were a very naughty girl—again.” His voice lowers in a conspiratorial whisper, and he leans close, using a single finger to slowly push my book down to see my face.
My lips twist into a withheld smile. I close the book—which is surprisingly good for a random book grabbed in anger—and meet Chad’s steady and inquisitive gaze. He’s probably the nosiest person I know. Although, if I saw what he had, I’d be nosy too.
Drawing my lower lip between my teeth, all I can remember is how it felt to be pinned to the door by the weight of Miles’ body and how his mouth moved against mine in the most erotic and sensual way. How his fingerstightened deliciously on my throat until I submitted. Or the way my stomach dipped insanely as he sucked my slick from his fingers as if it was the best treat he’d ever tasted.
“That good?” Chad asks, his eyes not missing a single emotion playing out on my face, I’m sure.
