Page 64 of Sweet Caroline
“Be honest. Is it too much?” I wish I still had my coat on so I could hug it around me. “Because I can change.”
“Fuck no!” He peels off his shirt, flinging it across the room with a grin. “I just need to catch up.” Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me again—intense, insistent, and hungry. “The only place this lacy little number is going”—he reaches down, tracing the satiny edge over my hip—“is on my bedroom floor.”
I let out a small yelp when he scoops me over his shoulder, one palm squeezing and kneading at my thigh as he carries me into his room. The deep press of his fingers into my flesh is strangely intoxicating, and I want him to keep touching me like that—hard, like he can’t help himself.
When Miles lays me out on his bed and climbs over me, all I can think is how badly I want to lick the cleft in the center of his chin. Or sink my teeth into his muscular, tattooed shoulder.
“You’re so pretty in this.” He dips down to nuzzle my breasts, inhaling like he’s taking a long drag of a much-needed cigarette.
“I bought it for tonight.” I thread my fingers through his hair, hoping he can read between the lines: no one but him has seen me wear this.
A rumbling sound escapes his throat, and my body hums in response.
Message received.
“Oh, God,” I almost whine when he draws one of my nipples between his lips. Even through the fabric, the warmth of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth send a pulse of longing through my entire body.
Apparently, I’m not the only one thinking about biting.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” he mumbles around the peaked flesh and lace, palming and gently squeezing my other breast. When he switches sides, I whimper, but he just nips harder.
Urgency floods me; I need his mouth on my skin.Now.
Tugging down the straps of my lingerie, I free one arm, then the other, baring my chest and arching up. “More. Please.”
Tendrils of pleasure spread through me when he groans, then licks and sucks my pebbled flesh, sending my heartbeat skittering. He hums against my skin, tugging gently before letting go with a soft pop before moving to my other side. “Mmm, fucking perfect.” Slowly, reverently, he slides my lingerie down, kissing every inch he uncovers. His tongue and lips light fireworks under my skin as they sweep over my breasts, my ribs, then my stomach.
Settling between my legs, Miles tugs on the small bow at the top of one garter strap, frowning when it doesn’t give. He tries again, running a finger under the elastic. “Fuck, Caroline,” he almost chuckles, flicking his gaze up to mine. “How the hell do you get these things off?”
Skimming my lip with my teeth, I reach down to release the garter straps, then gasp when he shoves my knees apart.
“Y’know…” He feathers his fingers along my inner thighs and warmth blooms at my center when he nips me through my panties. “There’s something else on your list that needs immediate attention.”
“Which one?” I shiver when he repeats the movement, lifting the edge of the fabric ever so slightly. My skin hums in the wake of his touch.
“Coming your brains out.” He pinches the thin lace between my legs, pulling it away before letting it go with a snap.
I flinch, letting out an involuntary whimper.
“Over and over again,” he adds. He smooths his fingers over my center, soothing the sting and drinking in my reaction.
“Um, not sure those were my exact words.” I try to tamp down on the grin he draws out of me.
“Fine. Multiple orgasms. Potato, potahto.”
He increases the pressure, quickly turning me into a puddle. The mewling noises that slip out of me are so foreign; I don’t think I’ve ever made sounds like this before.
I lift my hips as he frees me from the lingerie, sliding my stockings down with it.
He practically sighs the wordfuckwhen he takes in the sight of me completely naked, dropping the red lace off the side of the bed before he crawls back over me.
I rake my fingers through his hair and down over his strong shoulders, pulling him into a kiss.
“How did it feel?” he asks when our lips part, then noses my cheek. “Walking around practically naked under that coat, knowing you were coming here to get fucked?”
I let out another small whimper as he drops a trail of kisses down my throat.
I’ve never been spoken to like this.
