Page 87 of The Kiss Connection

I shake my head.

“I need verbal confirmation, Pint Size.”

I stick my tongue out at him, rise up, wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me for another kiss. A deep, probing kiss that awakens everything inside of me, and his hands are splayed across my hip, teasing my skin, touching and caressing me as I grow anxious under him.

“That wasn’t verbal confirmation,” he says, pulling back and smiling down at me.

He doesn’t smile often enough. I reach up, my thumb grazing his lips and cheek before I steal another kiss. “Yes,” I whisper.

“You want me to stop?” He pulls back.

“What? No.” I shake my head, my mind in a fog, not actually remembering his exact question. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Relief floods his features, and his mouth is back on mine, tongues dueling as my fingers roam across his back and over his perfectly sculpted ass.

Damn him for being so freaking hot. I growl and he laughs, pulling back.

“What’s so funny?” I snarl up at him.

“You’re just so damn cute,” he whispers against my lips and drops a kiss to my nose, my cheeks, his mouth moving south, across my neck and down my breasts.

My eyes widen. “Oh, we’re doing that?” I laugh nervously as he kisses down my body, taking his time, savoring the moment while my restlessness turns into need.

His hands steady my hips, his mouth teasing and licking my thighs, but he doesn’t quite go in for what I want most of all.

“Only if you beg me for it, Pint Size.”

I glare down at him. “Is that the best you’ve got? Pint Size?”

He laughs under his breath. “Seems to rile you up. I like it.” He kisses my inner thighs, his fingers dancing over supple skin, making soft patterns as I shift slightly, wanting his mouth on my center.

The room is hot as Hades, I’m sweating and we’re not even fucking. Each breath comes out heavier as he teases and caresses everywhere but where I want his mouth most of all.

“Are you going to hang out there all night?” I grumble at him.

Myles laughs and presses his tongue over my folds, finally giving in, or maybe he intends to tease me to death. I wouldn’t put it past the man, he does like to torment me.

He flattens his tongue, giving long, slow strokes and my fingers tangle in his dark hair, wanting more, needing more.

“Myles,” I moan, my body restless, my mind floating away as he flicks his tongue over my clit and my fingernails dig into his shoulder, clawing at him, desperation growing near.

He’s just getting started, and already, I’m close to climax. The man knows how to drive me crazy.

I swear I can feel him smiling as he continues to lick my heat, his tongue flicking a pattern over my clit in the perfect precision that drives me absolutely wild.

One hand remains on my hip, keeping me steady, the other, his fingers tease my wetness, sliding one inside my warmth, and he curls his finger, stroking that one spot that makes me see stars.

I reach out aimlessly with my hands, wanting to feel his cock, but it’s too far away, he’s too far with his mouth on my pussy. “I want to touch you.” My fingers move across his arm, desperate for him to change positions.

He murmurs incoherently against my pussy, and I don’t want him to stop. Heat rises in my cheeks and his hand on my hip moves off me. He uses my juices as lube as he strokes himself with one hand and the other is curling a finger inside of me.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I glance down, seeing what he’s doing, and he grins up at me.

“Can you take two fingers, Pint Size?” And just as he asks, I realize it’s not really a question because he stretches me with his thick fingers, curling them inside of me, and the gasp spills from my lips. It’s not quiet.

I try to stifle my moans, realizing we’re not in my apartment or his. Anyone could hear us. Anyone could barge right in because I didn’t lock the bedroom door. Did Myles?

I can’t ask the question, the words are too heavy on my tongue, and I don’t want him to stop.