Page 66 of Sweet Caroline
He laughs, the sound warm and rich. “Well, you set the bar pretty high with that lingerie.” His amusement slowly fades as he gently strokes his thumb over my throat. “Fuck, the things I wanna do to you. You have no idea. The things I want you to feel…”
“Like what?” I almost whisper the words.
With a little moan, he scrapes his teeth over my neck and I arch against him. “I want you to come undone for me.” His nextwords are slow and drawn out, dropped onto my skin between featherlight kisses. “I wanna turn you into a whimpering little mess.”
I dig my fingernails into his back—certain my mind has already come undone.
Sweet baby Jesus.
“Obviously,” he adds quickly, pulling back, “if you want me to stop, just, like, whack my shoulder or something.” His warm exhale fans against my lips before he kisses me again. “You get to hit the brakes anytime, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
“But”—he bends again to graze his teeth along my collarbone—“as far as I’m concerned”—he licks and nips his way up my throat, his words rumbling low over my skin—“my job isn’t done until you’re completely… fucking… spent.” His lips wander back down my chest, and he sucks one nipple. “Shaking…” Then the other. “Trembling…” His deep, reverent voice reverberates against me as he continues moving lower, kissing a heated path down my stomach. “Now, how ’bout you spread these gorgeous legs for me.”
I tense slightly but play it off like a squirm of pleasure.
Should I tell him?
“Can I taste you?” He waits for my consent as he settles between my legs.
I nod but, before he lowers his mouth, my uncertainty gets the better of me. “Miles, wait.”
He freezes and quizzical blue eyes snap to mine.
“What if I…” I swallow. “What if I can’t?”
He noses my inner thigh and mumbles against my skin, “Can’t what?”
“It’s just I’ve never been able to finish from…thatbefore.”
“Well…” He lifts a brow as he flicks his tongue over my clit, his eyes closing for a long moment as he exhales. “Fuck… Well, we’re trying new things, right?”
The heat from his tongue was so brief but so perfect. It takes me a moment to get a hold of myself before I can speak again. “But what if it doesn’t work for me?”
He lifts a shoulder, seemingly unbothered. “I mean, there’s no rule saying youhave tocome.” Pressing another kiss to my clit, he adds, “But I’m sure gonna fuckin’try.”
“Okay,” I manage through a smile.
“Just relax. I’ve got you.” He pushes a finger inside me, curling it upward. “And I’m good with my hands.”
I barely have time to register his cocky comment before he drives the point home, working me harder with his finger as his tongue meets my pussy in one greedy, delicious stroke. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it side to side, and I cry out, the sudden burst of pleasure nearly overwhelming.
“Miles!” My back bows. “Oh my God!”
“Shhh,” he cautions between strokes of his tongue. “The neighbors will hear you.”
I press my lips together, struggling to stifle the sounds.
“Those pretty moans are only for me.” He adds another finger in some kind of cruel challenge, doing everything in his power to test my restraint.
“I can’t…” I whimper as he draws hard on my clit, pulling more strange, keening cries from somewhere deep inside me.
He breaks away and slaps my pussy softly, which only makes me buck up from the bed. “Such a bad girl. Making all that noise.”
His words send me reeling, and another moan slips out. For him. Because of him.
“Acting like a desperate little slut for me.”
