“You’re a real lingerie guy, huh?”
He shakes his head, then kisses the swell of each breast. “Just on you. Every set is bright and sexy, and so damn you.”
I pull at his shirt until it’s off. My hands run over his arms, down his chest. He sucks in a breath when my fingers ghost over his lower stomach.
His hips jerk.
“Someone’s impatient,” I tease.
“Christ, sorry.” He kisses my jaw, then my ear. “I’m a little wound up.”
“Yeah?”
I feel his nod against my throat.
“Do you have condoms down here, or…?”
“In my wallet.” He stands with me in his arms, sets me on the couch, and calls over his shoulder, “Pants off by the time I get back, Starling.”
I listen, wriggling out of my jeans. By the time he rounds the couch, I’m in nothing but my panties and bra.
He drops to his knees, and the sight alone makes me clench.
I suck in a breath as his hands run up my calves. He reaches behind my knees, lifting and spreading my legs before settling between them. He kisses the crease where my thigh meets my hip, tongue flicking out.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my skin.
His tongue traces slow circles that make my thighs tremble. I whimper and run my hands through his hair.
“Shh.” His breath is warm. “Let me.”
He hooks his fingers under my thong and drags it down. I lift to help, and then I’m completely bare to him.
He looks up, eyes dark, and the intensity in his gaze makes wetness flood my center. Then his mouth is on me, and I lose all coherent thought.
He takes his time, dragging it out until I’m shaking.Again and again, as if he’s got nothing else to do but make me come apart.
He groans against me, the vibration rumbling through me.
“Oh God?—”
His tongue does something that makes my back arch off the couch. My thighs try to close, but his hands hold them open.
“Miles, I can’t—I’m gonna?—”
He slips two fingers inside me and curls them. “I want to feel you strangle my fingers before you come on my cock.”
Holy—
The orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave, and he still doesn’t stop. His mouth comes back to me, and he holds me until I’m shaking and pushing at his shoulders because it’s all too much.
When he finally eases back, his mouth is wet, and his hair is sticking up at weird angles. He looks so lust-drunk that I can’t help the breathless laugh that breaks free.
He crawls up my body, kissing my stomach, between my breasts, my collarbone. When he reaches my lips, I taste myself on his tongue.
I reach between us, finding him hard and straining against his jeans.
“Take me out,” he rasps.
