“Miller. You’re all I want,” I said, my voice gaining some of its strength after his words positively flayed me raw.
“Can you accept me as I am? With all my faults? Knowing I’m not perfect, and there’s a good chance I’m going to fuck this up in the future.” His eyes closed as he spoke that last sentence, and I removed one hand from his waist and trailed it over his cheeks.
My fingers traced his contours—dips and curves I knew so well—until my thumb brushed his lips, and he opened his mouth, biting gently on the pad.
“Miller. I love you, and I don’t want perfect.”
His eyes shot open, and he smiled. The intensity of his emotions filled up every dark place inside of me with warmth and love.
“Perfect is boring. I only want you,” I said, moving my hand to cup his cheek and bringing my willing lips to his.
I shuddered and gave myself to him, opening my mouth and twining our tongues together. The kiss robbed me of my breath and made me forget I needed the oxygen he deprived me of. Although his kiss alone was not enough to survive, it was close.
Chapter 25
Everything after herlips touched mine hit me with such force and intensity that it turned the room hazy with lust. It was a delicious blend of emotions and love that penetrated the air and touched me down to my soul.
It was an all-consumingfeelingthat she gave back just as good—nipping and licking my skin. My lips moved over hers, and my fingers were lost in her hair. Emma’s hands traveled to myshoulders, the firm pressure grounding me—giving me balance only she could while reminding me this was real.
A sigh left my throat, and I stepped into her, molding our bodies together as the soft kisses turned desperate. Her mouth slanted over mine, peppering my face with small nips that promised something dark and earth-shattering. I wanted to breathe her in.
Give more.
Take more.
Some benevolent force must have helped guide us because, in a blink, we were in my room. Hands roamed every available inch of skin, and we kissed and touched, rebounding off walls and furniture as we moved. I pushed myself into her, grinding my painfully hard cock against her stomach, desperate to feel her with no clothes between us.
My hands tugged at the satin fabric of her back, searching for a zipper—needing to dig my hands into her flesh just to prove to myself this was real. I found the little metallic clasp and pulled my mouth from hers, letting nothing but the sounds of our panting fill the space as we stared at each other.
The scent of peaches drenched the air as I tugged on the zip, watching with fascination as the dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. My knees dropped to the carpet so fast I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t give a fuck.
I needed to worship every inch of her body. Starting with her pretty pink toes and working my way toward her center. She steadied herself by placing a hand on my shoulder as I removed her dress. Alternating between scratching and light touches, I slowly removed her cute slippers and kissed her ankles, wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as I could. The moans she made as I licked her knee and used my hands to push her legs apart made my cock ache.
Her cheeks were scarlet red, making the light dusting of freckles across her nose stand out. Her pupils were so dilated that the jade of her irises had been reduced to nothing more than a thin ring that stood out against her long, black lashes. The wine-colored lipstick she wore hadn’t survived our first kiss.
Good.
I wanted her to be as erratic as I was. Those honey-colored curls needed to come down, cascading over her shoulders and down her back like melted caramel. My hands itched to fist those locks—to wind them around my fingers so I could pull her even closer. I stared from my spot below her, mesmerized at her naked form, and zeroing in on the sweet spot between her thighs.
Holy fuck.
Her thighs were wet with her arousal, and my inner caveman beat his chest, knowingIwas the one who did that to her.
I pressed my face against her pussy, breathing in her scent. She gasped, grasping my hair with both hands and jerking me away from the place I desperately needed to claim. I rose higher on my knees and wrapped my hands around her waist, pressing my cheek against her belly. I let my stubble scratch the sensitive skin and relished her gasps and moans as she thrust into nothing, trying to get the friction she craved.
I felt her stomach jump as she sucked in a harsh breath, the force of it making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Miller?” she cooed, the sound like a lighthouse beacon to my hurricane. Her voice dragged me back to the present as her nails continued their journey along my face and scalp.
I mumbled praises into her belly, not ready to let her go, but her brain seemed to be on a different track than mine. She tugged, and I raised my head to meet her eyes, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Stand up, baby.” The term of endearment was music to my ears, and I struggled to form a rational thought as she smiled, looking at me with so much love and adoration I was sure if I tried to stand, my knees would buckle.
“I believe there’s a big favor I need to return to you.”
As she sank to her knees in front of me, our eyes were level again. I sighed and shook my head. This was about showing her I could be what she needed—what she deserved. As if she read my thoughts, she pressed her warm, soft lips to mine. Reassuring me when I was supposed to be the one doing that to her.
I pulled away—just long enough to get the words out. “You are the only woman to ever put me on my knees. And I love being on my knees for you.”
My voice was harsh and deep, and while she stared at me with her lips slightly parted, I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and moaning when she caressed it with her own.
