Page 148 of Secret Obsession
He drops to his knees in front of me. My breath catches when he grips the waistband of my leggings and drags it down. I reach out and touch his shoulder, because I know he just said exactly what he’s going to do to me, but I’m not sure I believe it.
He gets my leggings down to my ankles and pushes me backward. I sit on the bench hard, my back hitting the wall again.
“Ready, wild girl?”
I’m not quite sure I am.
But he’s still on his knees, and he parts mine with gentle pressure. And then he’s scooting closer, running his nose up my inner thigh.
“Miles,” I murmur. “I don’t think—”
“Don’t think,” he agrees. “Just feel.”
I take a deep breath and try to do just that. It’s not a crime to feel pleasure, is it? To steal it like moments of time that don’t belong to either of us. The way his bright eyes are boring into me, for once waiting for a modicum of agreement, makes my decision that much easier.
“Okay,” I reply.
He smiles.
Brilliant. Blinding.
And totally not like his brother’s.
This one makes me feel something. That’s the whole point.
But then he’s leaning down, and his tongue is tracing a path that makes mefeelsomething else entirely. I tip my head back and widen my legs, my knees falling open, and his shoulders brush my bare skin as he gets closer. His tongue flattens over my clit, and his hands grip my ass, pulling me to the edge of the bench.
Everything he does is designed for him to get closer to me.
His teeth graze my inner thigh, and I shudder.
“Fuck,” I groan.
He takes my wrist, guiding my hand to the back of his head. “Show me where you like it,” he orders. “Because you’re so fucking wet, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I slide my fingers through his curls, ruining how neat he had it. It’s hard to think straight, let alone concentrate on what I like. But he moves away from my clit, inching lower, and I tug his hair. His voice hums through his lips, his amusement clear. He licks and sucks everywhere but my clit.
“Stop messing around,” I snap.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I arch backward. My nails dig into his scalp, hard enough for it to bleed. He adds a second finger, thrusting and twisting slowly, hitting the spot inside me that makes me shudder over and over again.
“Miles.” It’s a plea and a demand, and fuck it, maybe I’m begging, I don’t know.
I’m unraveling.
“Louder.” He lifts his head, eyes snapping to mine. “Louder.”
Oh, fuck.
I push his face back down. I’m not the shameful sort when it comes to sex. Not that I ever put on a show with Knox, but with Miles…
Well, I don’t think he’d mind. Even though he’s still fucking messing with me, avoiding my clit until I’m trembling and squeezing his shoulders with my knees like my life depends on it. So when he traces the tip of his tongue over my clit, so fucking slow, I do scream his name.
Without shame.
I scream his name, and whatever else comes out of my mouth isn’t my fault—it’s his. Especially when his lips close around my clit and he sucks, shoving me over the edge into oblivion.
My ears are ringing by the time I come back to my body, and I only realize that he’s shifted us when my eyes crack open. My legs are closed, my underwear and leggings back in place. And he’s watching my face with an odd expression.
