“Fuck, woman,” I mutter, my voice rough. “What do you want from me?”
She laughs, loud and unrestrained. “I want you. What do you want?”
You.
That’s the first thing that comes to mind. Right here. Naked beneath me, looking at me like she already knows I’m losing the fight.
But I can’t think with my dick. Not when I know how messy this could get.
“Penny,” I grit out.
“Miles,” she fires back, like a challenge.
“We said it was only one time.” Even to my own ears, the excuse sounds weak as hell.
“We’re snowed in, Miles. What else are we supposed to do? Keep walking down memory lane? Or play video games like two teenagers trying not to jump each other?” she says with a playful scoff.
My gaze drifts over her body. Absolute perfection. Those tits that fit perfectly in my palms, her tight dark nipples practically begging for my mouth—it’s an invitation to sin.
“We’re both adults, Miles. I don’t think we need to be half way in love to enjoy a good fuck.”
Chapter 11
Miles
My eyes go wide. Damn, I like how bold she is.
“You’re right,” I murmur, my gaze dragging slowly over her body. “We’re both adults.”
Penny’s breath catches as I lean over her, my hand sliding up her thigh.
“Let’s see if what I felt that night was thewhisky talking.”
I lean down and trap a nipple between my lips. Penny bucks at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her.
A sharp current shoots straight through my body, all the way to my hard cock.
Yeah.
Alcohol, my ass. This thing between us is raw. Pure fucking lust.
I keep licking and sucking at her nipple until her breathing turns uneven, then I give the same attention to the other. Penny falls apart beneath me, little moans and shaky breaths spilling from her lips and driving me completely out of my mind.
Her fingers slide into my hair and tug gently, silently asking for more.
Fuck.
I release her nipple with a pop and start trailing wet kisses down her chest and stomach.
Penny shifts beneath me, spreading her legs a little wider.
“I’d be lying if I said I never thought about how you taste,” I murmur against her skin as I reach her navel.
“I’ve thought about how well your dick would fit in my mouth,” she says in a breathy tone.
“Fucking hell, Penélope. Are you trying to kill me here?” I say in an almost agonizing breath against her lips.
“As much as I love this verbal back-and-forth we have going on. I really need you to focus.”
