Page 46 of Winters Heat

Like a desperate man, he was ready to beg for her torment, borrow sweet nothings, and steal her mind, her soul, her anything that would bring another caress.

Hotness enveloped him again.Sweet Jesus. He buried his hands in her hair and watched as his length disappeared into her mouth, her eyes trained on him.

Damn her snug mouth and whipping tongue. Damn the springs of electricity that raced through him. Mia hummed, and he vibrated like piano strings struck by a virtuoso. She massaged him, fondled him, and straight drove him to the edge of a vicious cliff. He teetered on the threshold but would swan dive face first if it meant his climax.

“Mia, doll.” He panted. He pleaded. He needed her on so many levels. What was left of his control was seconds away from dissipating.

He should pull away. An old drill instructor barked in his head: five second fuses only last three seconds.

Words wouldn’t come out. Reluctant, he tried his best to slide from her. But she wouldn’t let him, her intentions clear, and he didn’t fight her. Winters fisted a pillow and crushed it onto his face, choking on her name as flames ripped through him.

“Good fucking God, Mia,” he shouted, as he pulsed. She didn’t loosen, forcing him to stay with her until he was done.

Unbelievable. She knew some tricks, and then some.

Mia pulled the pillow from him. And, oh, was she a foxy knockout. Lips slightly swelled. Cheeks very flushed. Her smile captivated his heart.How did he get so lucky?

“I can’t compete with—”

She cut him off with a blistering kiss. Her tongue delved into his mouth, and he pulled her into a possessive hold, sparking him hot and bothered for an encore performance. He craved her. Bad.

The spicy aroma of sex filled the room. He savored Mia, then made quick work of losing her clothes. With her naked body lying beside him, their skin clinging together, Winters ached. In a perfect way. In an “every nerve tingled, screaming for him to do something about it” way.

“Mia. Mia. Mia.”

His throat constricted. An invisible hand crushed the air from his lungs. He needed to make love until he was devoid of those desires, those affections and afflictions that clouded his mind and made his heart pound like he’d been eight-ballin’ lines of coke.

Wait a hot minute.

Make love. Make love?

Mia’s fingers ran into his short chest hair, exploring his pecs and stomach. Her damp sex rubbed his erection. He leaned forward, catching the tip of her perked breast in his mouth, cupping and sucking her, then watched the chain reaction. Her head dipped back, her back arched, driving her luscious breast into his kisses.

Mine. Definitely, absolutely, all mine.

He leaned over to the nightstand, removed a condom from the drawer, and slipped it on. Winters ran a hand into her silky hair as Mia angled herself over the tip and hovered, only allowing a moment of entry into her tight body. Such a tease. He smiled and closed his eyes.

She engulfed him, every sense infiltrated. Sight. Sound. Mind. And left her permanent mark.

“I’ve needed you my whole life, Mia. And I had no idea,” he whispered, eyes still closed.

Was that aloud?She danced her fingertips across him. Did she hear him?

His eyes opened, staring deep into the dark, trusting eyes of Mia Kensington.Yeah, she heard.

Mia rode him slow and deep, rocking back and forth. Her breath hitched, her tempo amplified, and he felt larger and harder and more of a man than ever before. His day job was nothing compared to earning her honeyed cries of rapture.

Good God, he wouldn’t—couldn’t—dare let this end.

She rose on him, nailing the Aphrodite act. Her fingers snaked into her hair, her pussy tightened on his shaft, and she swayed to a rhythm and music he could almost hear. He palmed her hips. His cock screamed for speed. His mind prayed to bring her to the brink.

“Mia, I—”

She shut him down. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

What the fuck was going to come out of his mouth?I need you? I want you?

“Promise me.”

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