“That’s not what I mean. I just want to know what you want from tonight. I want togiveyou what you want.”
I run my eyes over his sincere face, watching him brush my hair out of my eyes, and suddenly it’s not hard to answer at all. It’s the one thing I’ve been refusing to acknowledge for weeks now, the one thing I want more than I’m willing to admit.
“You.”
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Ahard breath shudders out of him at my words. “Cat…” he begins, and he looks like he wants to say more. But he doesn’t, and I find myself feeling relieved.
Instead, he lowers his mouth, trailing feather-soft kisses from my neck, along my collarbone and down to my breast. I watch him, entranced by his patience and gentleness. Then just as things are feeling too sweet, he slides his tongue over my nipple and sucks it into his mouth.
Holyhell.
Need streaks through me, all the way down to my toes as they curl into the mattress. And just like that, I forget about the fact that this is my friend, Myles. Now, I can only see a gorgeous, sexy man with his mouth on me, and my body turns to liquid heat.
I moan, threading my hands up into his curls, tugging as he works his tongue over my nipple. I feel him smile against my skin, then he lifts his mouth off me, raising his eyes to meet mine. My heart pounds at his wild gaze, his heavy breathing, the pulse I can see ticking in his neck. I haven’t even touched him yet and he’s so turned on. It only makes me want him more.
He sits back, grabbing my jeans and sliding them down my legs with my panties, throwing them onto the floor. Then he repositions himself between my legs. His fingers brush over my sensitive inner thighs before landing where I want them. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters as he strokes a finger over me, feeling how ready I am for him.
I grin at his slack-jawed expression. “It’s not just you who wants this, you know.”
He growls—a low, broken sound from his throat—and he crawls back, dropping to his elbows. “I have to taste you,” he says, pausing to look up at me. “Is that okay?”
I nod, breathless, and he slides his hands up my inner thighs, urging them open and lowering his mouth.
Oh, shit. I’m not going to last two seconds, I realize, as his warm, slick tongue slides over me—tentative at first, then urgent and greedy. I drop my hands to his head, groaning, pleasure shooting out through my whole body as I inch closer to the edge. His gaze flicks up to mine as he devours me, and when I see his hooded, smoky eyes, that does it.
But just as I’m about to tip over into bliss, he pulls his mouth off me.
“What?” I cry in protest. “Why did you stop?!”
“Not yet,” he says, his lips twitching with satisfaction.
I blush, glancing away. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s awesome. But I want to take my time.”
“You know I can have more than one, right?”
“Yes.” He chuckles, climbing onto his hands and knees above me again. “And you will, don’t worry.”
“Big promises. I hope you can deliver.”
“Oh, I’ve got the goods,” he replies, his self-assured grin back.
My eyes travel down to the bulge still straining against his zipper and I have to swallow back the saliva pooling in my mouth. I’m pretty sure hedoeshave the goods—a fact which is confirmed as I mold my hand to the outline of him through his jeans. I stroke over his rigid length, smiling to myself at the way his breath breaks, the way he presses himself into my palm. He growls again, then pulls back.
“You might be able to go multiple times, but I can’t.”
I laugh. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“I know.” A sly smile slants his lips. “But you’ve done that a hundred times in my head already.”
“You’ve really imagined me touching you?”
“You have noideathe things I’ve pictured you doing to me.”
His words make fire spread down through my middle, burning up everything until I’m little more than a hot, writhing mess under his gaze. He’s probably just talking shit to get me horny, but it feels like he’s actually talking aboutmein this moment. And—God—I really,reallylike the thought of that.
