Page 193 of Secret Obsession
I scream back, louder, and cover my eyes, then spin around for good measure.
Not what I wanted to see.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I rush out of the bathroom and smack right into Miles. “Oh my God. I didn’t see anything. Promise.”
He grasps my upper arms and peers around me. Finch has yanked the shower curtain closed, although the door is still open. Miles slams it, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips.
“Do you like seeing my teammates naked?”
My jaw drops. “What?NO!”
His brow rises. And then his lips curl into a smirk, and I smack his chest.
“Oh, that’s a punishable offense.” He grips the back of my neck and reels me in. His kiss takes my breath away.
“They’re closing the case,” I blurt out when he withdraws.
Although he doesn’t go far, instead moving to pepper kisses down the side of my neck.
He straightens at my words.
And then I’m in his arms, and he carries me into his room. He kicks the door shut and tosses me on the bed.
“My, my,” he whispers, shucking his shirt and dropping his pants in record time. “Why are you still wearing clothes, wild girl?”
I let out an exhale and practically tear my shirt off, too. I undo my bra clasp and pull the straps off my arms. But too slow, because he’s suddenly on me. He yanks my leggings down, removing my shoes and socks, and then his mouth is between my legs.
“Oh,” I moan at the first touch. “Fuck.”
He swipes his finger through my center. “You’re so wet, baby. Is this for me or because you saw Finch naked?”
I swat at him again. He catches my hand and pins it to the bed next to my leg, his fingers intertwining with mine. He winks and lowers again, licking me. He ends up keeping my other hand hostage, too, just under my ass. Where his thumb can reach my ass cheek and swipe it lightly, causing tingles to shoot under my skin.
And then he’s pulling back and flipping me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up.
He bites my ass cheek.
I let out a screech, but he just chuckles and captures my wrists again, this time holding them both in one hand at the small of my back.
Holy fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring my thundering heart. He’s got me in a position to do whatever he wants—anddamnif I don’t want him to do exactly that.
Control and me have never been friends.
So when he palms my other cheek, kneading it, I know the strike is coming.
“Tell me why I’m punishing you,” he says softly. “And look at me when you speak, baby. I like to see the torture in those gorgeous blue eyes.”
I blink them open and turn my head, staring over my shoulder at him. He’s between my legs, his cock hard and pointing at me, but it’s his mouth that hovers close to my ass that has me tensing. Teeth, palm. Options, options.
“Because I walked in on Finch.”
“Yes.”
Smack.
“One,” I say without thinking, my face heating.
