Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I passed out to the sound of Miko’s laughter.
Then fell into a fitful, restless, sex-filled sleep.
I woke up on a frustrated whimper to find Miko’s face inches from mine, his eyes as heated as my body felt.
“Need me, sugar?” he asked, his voice a rough rumble that moved through me as his hand slid to my hip, ready but waiting.
I was too sleepy, too aching, and too damn tired of pretending I didn’t want him to say anything other than the truth I felt right then.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Max
There was no time to second-guess my decision.
Not that I wanted to.
Not once Miko’s hands pressed on my hip, pushing until I rolled flat onto my back for him.
His body shifted closer, his scent overpowering me, dragging a little mewling sound out of me as his face leaned down, his forehead nearly touching mine, his dark, molten eyes boring into mine as his fingers drifted upward.
His touch moved across the sliver of skin between my shirt and pants—whisper-soft—making a little shiver course through me.
The TV was muted, but the lights still flashed around the otherwise darkened room, illuminating Miko on and off as he dipped a finger under the waistband of my pants, then panties, but refusing to slide further down.
On a frustrated whimper, I grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand downward. His little chuckle shivered over me. But then his fingers pressed over the material between my thighs, making a whimper work its way out of me. A deep rumble moved through him, finding me wet and needy for him.
That sound only ratcheted up my need, and I let my thighs slide a little wider for him, a silent invitation for more.
Miko’s head dipped, his face in my neck. His breath was warm on my skin as he took a deep breath just before his fingers moved, pressing in, making me arch up as my breath shuddered out.
I could feel the brush of Miko’s lips, just a hint of what I wanted, but I was too distracted by the way his fingertips were teasing down under the waistband of my panties to care to ask for more.
Just as his hand moved inside, fingers touching me without any barrier, his lips pressed into my neck as the throaty moan escaped me.
His finger traced up my cleft, finding my clit, but only working frustrating circles around it, refusing to touch me where I needed it most.
His tongue teased up the column of my neck, the shell of my ear, his own breathing heavy with desire. Even as the thought formed, I could feel his hard length pressed against my leg.
The ache was instantaneous, dragging a whimper out of me as I just barely fought off the urge to grab him, to pull him on top of me, to yank down his pants and feel him surge inside of me.
“Mmm,” he rumbled against my ear. Like he knew what I was thinking. Like maybe he could feel the way my body was responding to just the idea of him inside of me.
“Miko,” I whimpered, needing more, the ache in my lower stomach getting too acute to ignore.
I expected him to ignore the plea, to keep teasing me, but his thumb shifted inward, pressing into my clit as two of his fingers thrust inside of me.
The combination—unexpected, so so welcome—nearly undid me right then, making a choked moan escape me as my walls tightened around his fingers, as my hips ground up into the touch.
Miko’s teeth nipped my earlobe, his words when he spoke a soft secret against my skin. “You’re so wet for me.”
There was no denying that.
There was no way I could ever try to tell myself, let alone him, that I didn’t want him. My body was betraying me perfectly.
My hips rocked impatiently until Miko’s fingers started to move, gently thrusting as his thumb began to circle my clit.
Reaching out, my hand slid up his forearm, grabbing him around the bicep and holding on as he kept working me, driving me up.
It wasn’t long until the mewling sounds became soft moans as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
“No,” I cried when he suddenly pulled against my hold and slid his hand out of my pants.
He didn’t say anything, but as the light of the TV flashed bright for a second, I could see the sexy, self-satisfied smile toying with his lips.
But before I could settle on any feeling other than utter disappointment, Miko was shifting up onto his knees, reaching for my legs, and yanking me more toward the center of the bed.
My feet landed at each side of his thighs as his hands went out, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties and drawing them down my hips and legs.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as my pants were tossed off the side of the bed.