Page 102 of Whispers of Wisteria
I might have slid down again—although I doubted it because there wasn’t even an inch of space between us—but he pushed his thigh in between my legs to hold me in place.
Something in the back of my mind warned me that I should be scared, and that this really wasn’t the ideal location for such an encounter, but these overwhelming sensations drowned out my logical side.
He began to pull away, and, to my utmost embarrassment, I whined against his mouth. But the sound turned into a gasp as his kisses continued to trace over the line of my jaw. My head was spinning as he nibbled at the hollow of my throat, stopping occasionally to whisper something French in a low, husky voice.
“Bianca.” Even the way my name rolled off his tongue seemed different. It was sweet and lovely, and I felt lighter, weightless, as his thumb moved in circles over the small of my back. I pressed myself into him, hooking my leg around his waist in an effort to stay grounded.
“I like it when you manipulate people.” Miles sucked on the skin under my jaw.
I sucked in a breath—that sounded so very wrong. I never manipulated anyone. If he was referring to the incident just now, I was only stating a fact.
A fact that also ensured they left my witch alone. It was a win for everyone.
“And I love that you get jealous,” he added, scraping his teeth lightly against my skin. It was getting harder and harder to breathe—to think.
Well, almost.
I was still lucid enough to register this insult.
I reached for his hair. It was smooth and silky under my fingertips, not at all tangled despite his unbrushed hairstyle.
“I’m… not…” My voice sounded breathy, and I twisted my fingers through his messy hair, trying to hold on. And, maybe, to hurt him a little bit too.
He laughed against my ear and nipped at my earlobe. “You definitely are. Don’t forget, I can feel you, and you were tight with anger.”
Darn. Ididforget. This was rather annoying. “Stop eating me.”
“I can’t.” He pressed his cheek against mine, slowing down his assault even though we remained wrapped around each other. “You like it.”
I felt off-balance, which got worse as my racing heart finally began to calm.
“But you’re also nervous,” Miles continued, moving away slightly. His deep eyes sought out mine. “We’ve gone too far already. It’s a good thing Bryce is about to stop us.”
I blinked at him, my thoughts still hazy and my head floating. “Huh?”
The double doorway slammed open, and Damen and Bryce stood at the entrance, their faces filled with panic.
“Oh?” Miles mused. “They must have been hanging out.”
Damen spotted the two of us instantly. His fear melted into surprise, and his dark expression vanished, replaced by curiosity.
Meanwhile, Bryce remained slow on the uptake.
“Montrone!” He stormed into the room. “Why do you have Anthony and Brayden…” Bryce’s tirade faded off, and he stopped walking as he finally spotted the two of us. “What…”
But his shock only lasted a second. His eyes widened as he stalked toward us, glowering. “What the hell is this?” The dimple in his chin was pale compared to his reddening complexion, and his voice was more shrill than usual. “Get away from her!”
“Oh, don’t have a conniption,” Damen replied, lazily strolling after him. “It’s only an innocent embrace.”
Bryce narrowed his eyes at my leg, which happened to be wrapped around Miles’s waist. My skirt, of course, had risen to questionable heights during our encounter, and the opaque lace tops of my dark thigh-high stockings were clearly visible.
Bryce’s jaw twitched. “Thatis not innocent.”
My senses filled with dread as my grip around Miles went lax.
“Either way, Bianca’s perfectly capable of making her own decisions. She doesn’t need an overbearing brother around meddling in these affairs.” Damen shrugged, pushing past Bryce. He was eerily calm, which was exactly what I needed.
However, I couldn’t help but feel it might not last.
