Page 107 of Tempting Miles
A needy sound leaves me as he takes in how wet I am for him.
“Qué rico sabes, Penélope,” he groans before his tongue flicks against my clit.
My entire body jolts.
I already feel extremely close to coming apart.
He keeps working me over with his tongue on my clit while slowly thrusting two fingers inside me. The pleasure builds so fast I can barely breathe. My head falls back as my legs open wider for him.
When he adds a third finger, I yank hard on his hair and shut my eyes.
“Más, Miles. Más.”
I hear him groan against me right before he sucks on my clit. Hard.
“Sí, baby. Así,” I chant over and over until I explode.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Miles suddenly stands and tosses me over his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I ask between breaths, adrenaline already surging through me all over again.
“Outside.”
Did I hear him right? It’s freezing outside.
When Miles opens the glass doors leading to the terrace, icy air rushes over my skin and sends a chill straight through me.
“Don’t worry, sugar. There are heaters out here,” he says, setting me back on my feet.
The view nearly steals my breath.
New York City’s skyline surrounds us, skyscrapers glowing against the night sky like something out of a movie.
“Besides,” Miles murmurs behind me, “the way I want to fuck you will heat you right up.”
I brace my hands against the railing, anticipation rushing through me like wildfire.
Miles steps closer behind me, bracing his arms on either side of my hips—caging me in.
“I don’t think you understand how many times I wanted to say fuck it today and cancel all our plans so I could have my way with you,” he says against the back of my neck before placing a slow kiss there. “But then I saw you floating out of that hotel room looking all happy and gorgeous, and I knew every single calming breath I had to take was worth it.”
One of his fingers lazily traces the curve of my spine over my dress.
“Every single inch of this skin calls to me like a damn siren.” he breathes as his hands roam lower, palming my ass while he grinds against me. “I’m so fucking hard just thinking how easily I’m going to slide inside you.”
I squirm, feeling his words like a caress to my aching core.
Arching my back, I press my ass harder against his erection.
Then he suddenly stills.
“Fuck. He exhales sharply. “I don’t have a condom out here. I’ll be right back.”
Before he can step away, I grab his hands, not wanting the moment to break.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
The words leave my mouth before I can second-guess them.
