Especially since I waspretty sure I couldn’t actually keep him. Not once all this was over.
“Do you really love yourjob?” Miles asked.
“Sure,” I said. “Alwayswanted to protect people. And it’s actually kinda fun? Usually, I mean. Thisjob has been… I mean, I really like you, and it’s been nice to hang out, but…you’ve had a rough time, and that’s not exactly making it easy.”
“The cocktail party wasnice,” Miles responded, and I could feel him grinning against my chest. “Iguess that’s what you’re used to, huh?”
“Well…” I laughed, pausingto press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re the first client I’ve fallen into bedwith, if it helps.”
“Really?”
“Really. Do I… seem like Isleep with all my clients?” I asked, not sure if that was an insult.
“You’re really hot,” Milessaid. “I guess… I mean, you seem very professional, but if you’d sleep withme, then…”
“You’re perfect,” I said,realizing that Miles wasn’t insultingme. He just stilldidn’tsee what I saw in him.
“I think…” I began, unsurewhat I wanted to say. “I think you look in the mirror and see somethingdifferent to what I see. Because I see pretty amber eyes that light up in thesunlight.”
I traced a finger over hisbrows, running it down his nose. “Cute nose. Soft lips,” I added, brushing my thumbover them. “Which, by the way, lookamazingwrapped aroundmy cock.”
Miles bit his lip inresponse, looking up at me through his long lashes. How did henotseethis?
“Great body,” I continued,running my other hand along his side. “I’m not so much into fucking peoplebuilt like me. It’s awkward. But you’re pretty much ideal. And you’ve got theworld’s cutest ass.”
I splayed my hand over onecheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. If Miles was having trouble sleeping, I knewone way to knock him out.
“Pretty cock, too.”
Miles’ throat bobbedas he swallowed. Hedidn’tsee that in himself, but Iwanted him to. At least, I wanted him to believeIdid, that I wasn’t just herebecause it was easy or convenient or I was taking advantage of his fear.
I really hoped he didn’t think that.
“And a good heart,” I said,wanting to make it clear that I likedhim,that he mighthave been a hookup when we met, but my feelings had changed. “And a greatsense of humor when you’re not nervous. And you’refun. You made outwith me at a cocktail party where you’d introduced me to everyone as yourbodyguard and then dragged me aside to have your wicked way with me. Could getused to that.”
“But you’renotused to it?” Miles asked,hope in his tone.
“Nope. Like I said, I lovemy job. I wouldn’t put my professional reputation at risk, usually. You’re anexception. But… I’m okay with you being that.”
Miles held my gaze for along moment, and then surged forward, his hand curling around the back of myneck as he kissed me.
This kiss was different. Itwas desperate and clingy and needy, and I wanted to see that in him. I wantedhim to show me all the parts of himself that he kept hidden, that he was afraidof other people seeing.
I smirked against his mouthas I felt his hand skim down my side and over my stomach, gentle fingerscreeping closer to my rapidly-hardening cock.
“Do you think we could…” hetrailed off, handalmostwhere I wanted it, but not quite. “I mean, since we’reboth awake.”
A grin spread over my faceas I looked at him, feeling the shy, tiny circles he was tracing into my skin.
“I think we could.” Ilaughed, pushing at his shoulder to roll him onto his back.
TWENTY-ONE
MILES
GRAY'S WEIGHT PINNING me to themattress was the best thing that had ever happened to me, as far as I wasconcerned. I gasped as he pushed me down, spreading my legs, drawing one kneeup to get more contact.
His skin sparked againstmine, electric pleasure surging everywhere we touched. I wanted him sobad.I wanted him all the time.
