Page 86 of Tempting Miles
I press one last kiss to the top of her breast before her hands fist in my jeans, trying to drag me closer.
But this time, I hold my ground.
“Nah, sugar. I told you I was going to make you suffer.”
She lets out an exaggerated whine.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wear the boots I bought you, and out of all the damn days you decide to show up looking like a complete smoke show in them, it had to be the day that privileged asshat showed up and took you away from me.”
“You like how I look today?” she asks, sounding genuinely surprised.
I let my gaze drag slowly over her. “You look like a million bucks. But you already knew that because I’m pretty sure I told you the second I saw you this morning.”
I brush my mouth against her neck, biting down lightly enough that I know I’ll probably leave a mark.
Good.
Maybe she’ll think about me every time she sees it.
“I’m going to remove all these offensive pieces of clothing,” I mutter while tugging her sweater up.
“Offensive?” she repeats between soft laughs.
“Yes. Offensive. Irritating. Personally insulting.” I toss the sweater aside. “They’re covering the hottest body I’ve ever had the privilege of feasting on.”
The second her expression changes, heat floods straight through me.
I know that look.
“Did that make you wet?” I ask, my cock jerking inside my jeans.
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.” She lifts a challenging brow.
“Gladly.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, taking my sweet time undoing the button on her jeans. Mostly because I enjoy watching her squirm.
The second I start dragging the denim down her legs, she presses her thighs together instinctively, searching for friction.
A low laugh rumbles out of me. “Nuh-uh. Only I get to decide when you feel better, sugar.”
I cup her pussy, and she moans at the contact. Then, she starts grinding against my palm.
“I said, I’ll make you wait,” I warn as I remove my hand and pull ever so slowly her jeans and panties down.
“Miles,” she whines, adding a pout this time.
“Fuck, Penny. Seeing you act like a brat shouldn’t turn me on this much.”
I spread her thighs, getting an eyeful of her glistening cunt. It’s a pink, perfectly-shaved slice of heaven.
My mouth waters, but I told her I’d make her wait.
I just don’t think I’ll be able to deny myself much longer.
“I want to feel you now,” she says softly, her voice rough with need.
I close my eyes for half a second because resisting her is impossible.
