Page 148 of Sweet Caroline
I swallow, heat creeping up my neck and cheeks as my fingers drift between my legs.
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head. “Not yet.”
My brows twitch with need, but I stop, stroking my thighs instead.
“Such a good listener.”
His gaze rakes over my body as one hand falls to his belt. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he eases the leather from the prong and flicks the buckle loose, the clink of metal strangely erotic. Then, without breaking eye contact, he pulls the length of it free in one swift, snapping tug.
Something inside me snaps along with it and my fingers find my center again.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Miles cautions. “What did I say?”
I bite my lip and keep stroking my clit, my vision glazing over. “So make me stop.”
“Bratty fucking girl. Arms behind your back.” Belt in his grasp, Miles circles me like a cat stalking its prey then drops to his knees behind my chair. As he wraps my wrists together, I realize I’m trembling. He seems to notice, too, and kisses my shoulder. “You good?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Just nervous.”
Nervous and wildly, inexplicably, uncontrollably turned on.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” he says quietly.
“I feel kind of… I dunno.”
Silly? Vulnerable? Raw?
“Hey,” he says, moving back in front of me. Hooking his finger under my chin, he lifts my face. “You might be tied up, but you’re still running this show.You can tell me to stop anytime.Anytime. You understand?”
I nod, then remember his note.
“Whyaubergine?” I ask, my voice soft.
He slowly rolls one shirtsleeve and the sight of those forearms flexing has my imagination spinning one filthy thought after the other. A hint of a dimple appears on his cheek and his shoulder lifts in a half shrug that’s equally boyish and exceptionally sexy. “I dunno. Fancy word for my fancy girl, I guess.”
“And because of the eggplant emoji, I assume?” I raise a brow.
Miles fakes shock and moves to roll up the other sleeve. “You know about theeggplant emoji?”
“Hey!” I let out a small, rueful laugh. “I know things.”
“You know things, huh?” He unfastens his pants, and my mouth starts to water.
“Mm-hmm.” A shiver slips down my spine and I squirm in the chair, unable to shift much with my ankles and wrists bound.
“What, baby?” His voice is a deep drawl. “You wanna move?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Well, you don’t get to yet. Not before I play with you.” He strokes my cheek. “Now, open that gorgeous mouth for me.”
I drop my jaw, exhaling hard.
“Fuck,” he barely whispers, dragging a thumb over my lower lip.
My tongue darts out to lick it, seemingly of its own volition.
“So pretty when you do what I say.”
