Page 46 of Miles Apart
“Did. You. Eat? Dinner.” I nod at the bartender when he drops off the billfold and sign the slip. “Don’t want you passing out on me once I take you upstairs.”
Emma’s scoff is mild at best. It lacks heat. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I lean for my nose to graze hers and drop my voice. “Don’t pretend I didn’t put your ass to sleep the last time I gave you this dick.”
She wants to be mad, to cuss me out and tell me to take my ass back home. The more I spend time with her, the more I discover her wants and desires.
Right now, my kitten wants to purr.
“Come on,” I say.
Emma is more attractive than I remember. Her allure is an addiction, numbing all sense of logic. All I want is another hit. She’s used to running shit, but tonight, that ain’t gonna fly.
We barely make it inside the elevator before my mouth is on her, kissing, sucking, and licking every part of her skin. I capture her moan and pull down the thin spaghetti straps of her dress. Her breasts spill out, smooth and heavy in my hand.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan. Her legs quiver at the lash of my tongue against her nipple. I tease the sensitive peak between my teeth, then drag my tongue up her neck to slip into her mouth.
“Miles.” Emma gasps at my thumbs rolling her buds between my fingers. She arches her back and presses her breasts into my face. Her mouth parts, her teeth grazing over her bottom lip. I cup her with both hands and grin as she watches me suck her nipples.
The elevator opens to the ninth floor. I pick Emma up and walk us to the end of the hall. My mouth never leaves hers as I pull out my wallet from my jeans, hover it over the sensor, and open the door.
I modified her hotel reservation and scooped up a key card before dropping off my bag in the other bedroom and heading out to find her. Hacking into systems is light work for me, which made Em easy to locate after she left New York. I always had access to her number, but I wanted to get it the old-fashioned way: with permission. A matter back home pulled me away before I could. A mistake I won’t make again.
I stagger through the foyer with Emma rolling her hips over my dick, which is straining to get to her. I wanted to take my time and move her to the bed, but my fingers have other plans. I cup her bare ass and kiss her harder at her hand gripping my length.
Damn the bed.
“You were trying to get fucked tonight wearing no panties.” She hisses at my fingers teasing her entrance. “Happy to oblige, kitten.” I suck on each one coated in her juices.
Emma’s eyes darken. “Fuck me now.” She teases my lips apart and slides in her tongue.
I hold her tighter and set her on a nearby credenza. Her chest lifts at my hand traveling between the valley of her breasts to her navel. Her stomach contracts at the pressure to her clit, and a rush of heat floods her skin. Emma widens her legs as I take lazy swipes at her pussy, dragging my fingers further into her channel.
God, she’s beautiful.
I drag a condom from my pocket and still at Emma’s hands on my belt. Her eyes never leave mine as she unbuttons me, lowers the zipper, and pushes down my jeans. My dick bobs free as she takes it, lapping my head with her tongue.
“Shit, kitten.” She has one more swipe before I bust in her mouth. “I won’t last long if you keep that up and need to take care of you. Lie back.”
I roll on the condom with the focus of someone diffusing a bomb. Emma’s dress exposes her glistening pussy when I lift her leg. A raspy moan falls from her trembling lips as I push forward, stretching her walls.
My hands anchor her hips, and I drive into her. “Look at this pussy take my dick.” I stare at our joined bodies. I’m mesmerized by the waterpark between her thighs, coating thecondom. She whimpers when I roll my hips to hit her spot. “Fuck, baby. Cream for me.”
I hover over her and pull a nipple into my mouth. Her cries muffle on a kiss, and I grind into her until we both go limp.
Chapter 21
Emma
Ifell asleep again.
In my defense, my body gave out after the fourth round. Somewhere between dinner and the dessert we ate off our bodies after, Miles pushed one of my legs behind my head and let me have it. He was the one with jet lag this time, but he was still a damn lithium battery with no off button.
We showered and brushed our teeth before I went to sleep for good.
I lift my head from the silken pillow and crack an eye open at the clock on the nightstand.
11:42.
