Everything he does is sexy. The way he holds my hand, the little thing he does with his tongue when he kisses me, even how obsessed he is with me brings heat straight between my legs, even if it is borderline illegal.
The Miller I met so long ago was quiet and reserved, well-dressed, and overly mysterious. He's still all of that today, just surprisingly caring and sympathetic, too.
"So, about these people you killed..." I settle into my seat and look over at him, imagining him following through with ending someone's life.
"Yeah?" He raises a brow and leans across me to grab onto my seatbelt. "You really need to start buckling up."
"I'm used to being in the back of an Uber." Although I'm not exactly upset with having him this close to me and if not putting my seatbelt on is what makes it happen, I'm going to continueforgettingto put it on.
Miller hovers just inches away from my face. "Even in the back of an Uber, babe."
I swallow and say, "Kiss me."
He glides his nose over mine and lowers his lips, our mouths reuniting after what felt like forever apart. Miller tugs my bottom lip between his and sucks on it gently, and the thought crosses my mind that I'd like to see how far this seat will go back.
His strong hand grips my thigh, inching its way upward until he stops, along with his mouth. "I thought you wanted to see London.”
I nod my head a bit too aggressively. "Yes, yeah, I do. You're right."
Miller grins, returns to his seat, and shifts into drive, the car lurching forward with a throaty groan.
"About those people," Miller says. "One got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing, and the other was covering for him."
"What were they doing?"
He glances over at me briefly. "Things that are off-limits."
"Gotcha," I reply without really knowing whatthingsreferring to. "What about torturing? Do any of that this week?"
Miller side-eyes me with his brows furrowed. "Are you wearing a wire?"
I laugh and reposition in my seat. "Yes, Miller, I was able to put it on in between getting ready and eating breakfast."
He shrugs and pulls onto the main road. "Never know."
"To confirm, I am not wearing a wire. Where would I even get one? And who would be listening?"
"People, probably."
I smack his shoulder. "When did you become such a smart ass?"
He keeps one hand on the steering wheel and puts the other on my leg. "Just now, is that okay?"
"Yeah, I think I'm good with that." I weave my fingers over his. "I was asking though, because I'm curious about your life, your work, what you do when you disappear. You told me you were having issues; did you get it figured out?"
"Actually," Miller says and puts on his turn signal before switching lanes. "Turns out, I'm pretty sure Ricardo is responsible for theissue."
"Oh?"
He continues to drive with his knee and runs his hand through his hair, checking the rear-view mirror and fixing a piece that goes a little wild.
I ignore the veins in his forearm as he grips the steering wheel again and wait for him to continue.
"I don't know how much of our world you do know, but since you're going to be around it, there's no sense in keeping things from you. Look what good that did June..."
"What good did it do June?"
"That's a story for another day. Are you still not speaking to her?"
