“But not as much as I’ve imagined doing things toyou,” he adds.
He braces himself above me with his left hand and uses his right to reach down, sliding his fingers over the wet, throbbing heat between my legs. I gasp as his sudden touch sends pleasure rocketing through me.
“Right there?” he asks roughly, moving his fingers in practiced, purposeful strokes.
“Fuck—yes,” I rasp.
His eyes burn with lust as he watches me slowly come undone at his touch, and while I want to look away, or make a joke, or just run for my damn life—I can’t. I feel myself unraveling as the ecstasy builds inside me, his attention capturing every breath, every movement, every moan I make. The sight of that sexy tattooed arm down between my legs is making me crazy, pushing me closer to the edge. And when he slides two fingers inside me, working his thumb up over me in slow circles, I can’t hold back anymore. Sensation crashes through me and sweeps me away, so that I’m clutching at his sheets, panting and arching up against his hand in surrender.
When the room finally stops spinning, when I’ve caught my breath and remembered who I am, Myles sits back, grinning the smuggest fucking grin I’ve ever seen.
Holy,holyshit. That was… I have no words. I’m certainly not going to be telling him, anyway. Look at that face. He knows he’s done good.
“You seem very happy with yourself.”
He blurts a laugh of disbelief. “Is that all I get? Afterthat?”
I force myself to sit up even though my whole body feels like jelly. He’s resting back on his knees between my parted legs, and I lean forward to press a kiss to his hot, firm chest.
He releases a gentle sigh, bringing both arms around my back, holding me against him. It’s an oddly tender gesture, but I’m too weak to protest. I nuzzle into his skin, breathing in a lungful of him, heady from the scent. Has he always smelled this good?
“That was amazing,” I admit.
His self-satisfied grin stretches so wide I think his face is going to break. The ego on this one, honestly.
“Right.” I pretend to feel around for my clothes. “Thanks for that. I’d better go.” His lips part in disappointment and I laugh, winking. “Gotcha.”
He huffs a relieved laugh, then gives me a serious look. “But… you know, you can go, if you want to. I would understand.”
“Oh, really?” As if I’m that selfish. Besides, I want to see if I can do that to him—if I can make him come undone like that. Maybe take his ego down a notch.
“It’s okay, Cat.” There’s a little fold on his brow, and I can see he’s having a mental battle between being a good guy who’s selfless and the horndog that he is.
“It’s not okay. No way.” I pause, thinking about what I want. And as I look at the tangle of sheets around us, I can’t help but wonder how many girls he’s had here. An unpleasant sensation swirls through me and I force the thought from my mind as I turn back to him, pointing up the bed. “Sit there.”
He obeys, pulling himself up so he’s sitting with his back against the wall.
Right. It’s time for me to reclaim a little of the power.
I crawl over on my knees, lowering my hands to his belt buckle, keeping my eyes locked on his. As I slide his zipper down, I watch his slate-blue eyes darken. I drag a finger up over the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs, tracing the hard line of him. He groans, shifting his weight so I can wriggle his pants down a little. When I slowly release him from his underwear, there’s a new shock of heat between my legs. Now I understand why he’s so damn smug. He ismagnificent.
But when I glance up at his face, he’s not wearing his cocky grin. His eyes are glazed with desire, desperate for what I’m going to give him, and I revel in the knowledge that I have him at my mercy. I might be the one on my hands and knees here, but we both know who’s in control.
“This is to make up for shooting you in the ass,” I say.
He begins to chuckle, but as soon as my hand slides around him, the smile drops from his face and his eyes roll back. “Fuuuck. You should have shot me the day we met.”
I laugh, stroking him gently, loving the velvety-hard feeling of him in my hands. “Maybe I should have,” I murmur, thinking back to that first night at Bounce when he asked me out and I immediately said no. Why did I do that? Right now I’m struggling to remember.
I lick my lips, leaning down, then caution stops me. “Have you… you know, are you…” I scratch my head, looking up at him awkwardly. I don’t mean to break the mood, but I’ve seen the way he is with women and I need to be safe.
“Am I clean?”
I nod, still stroking him.
“Of course. I had a check when I got back to the city.”
I lift my hand away. “That was a couple of months ago, Myles—”
