Page 147 of Sweet Caroline
The moment Adrian leaves, Miles slips his arms around my waist again from behind. I turn my head and he noses my cheek. “Mmm, speaking of big sexy puppies…”
“Uh, should I be flattered?” When I lift a brow and nod, he smiles, then leans in close, dropping his voice to whisper in my ear. “Meet me in our room.”
I straighten. “What? Right now?”
“Yeah, right now,” he rumbles against my cheek.
“But won’t people notice?” I say softly, looking around to make sure no one will overhear us.
“Not if we’re quick about it.”
I turn to gaze up at him, both stunned by his audacity and, admittedly, already planning my escape. Getting a hotel room for the night was definitely the right move—a silver lining of being on the outs with my parents, I guess.
“Unless you think they need you down here,” he says. His focus drops to my mouth and he bends to kiss me.
“No, I don’t think— I mean, everything’s running pretty smoothly.”
“Okay,” he says. “You wanna try something from your list?”
Mind reeling, I can only nod.
Yes, please. Whatever it is, I’m in.
“That’s my girl.” His lips curl in approval. “I’ll give you a ten-minute head start.” With a wink, he walks away, all calm and collected while I’m left with my heart pounding so loud I’m sure the other patrons will hear it.
God, he looks good.
He may not be in a tuxedo this time, but that tailored charcoal suit I got him as an early Christmas present has been testing my restraint all night.
When I arrive in our room, the chair is already set up; Miles must have snuck up while I was helping Adrian get ready to open the show. There’s a towel draped over the seat, along with two strips of silky fabric and a scrawled note.
I want you naked, ankles tied to the chair legs.
The safe word is aubergine.
A thrill courses through my center as I quickly shed my clothes, following orders. I’m grinning as I snug the bow over my left ankle, and I have to fight off a giggle bythe time I’m done tying the one on the right. I straighten in my seat, biting my lip as I grapple with the heady, nervous arousal lighting up my entire body.
What is my life?
The door clicks open and my heart leaps.
Miles is already tugging off his tie when he slips inside the door, his eyes darkening the moment they lock on mine.
I shift back on the seat, swallowing my nerves as he stalks toward me.
When he closes the distance between us, he grips my jaw in one hand, towering over me as he jerks my face up.
With a gasp, I arch my back.
“Fuck. You’re perfect.” His gaze lingers on my lips another moment before he bends down and takes my mouth with his.
And I meantakes it. Devours it. It’s drugging and deep; every stroke of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth, sends a swirling pulse of pleasure straight to my toes. I’ll never get sick of being kissed like this. Consumed like this. I’m arching, swaying, bending, and begging for more, like if I meet him without backing down, I might have a hope in hell of holding onto some scrap of control—of not falling apart under him right here, right now.
But maybe I don’t want to be in control anymore. Maybe I want to fall apart.Needto fall apart.
When he breaks away, his lids are hooded over dark, blown pupils. He straightens, backing away a couple steps, and the loss makes my core ache.
He shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it on the bed, then starts to unbutton his shirt.
