Page 67 of Sweet Caroline
My muscles tense and he stills.
“Shit, was that okay? You said you liked the whole naughty thing before, and…”
I’m reeling. It’s like my brain is being rewired in real time. Being chastised like that isn’t supposed to turn me on. Is it?
“I won’t call you that again,” he says, “if you don’t want me to. Unless…” He flicks his tongue in tentative strokes, watching me closely. “Unless you liked it.”
I let out some incomprehensible sound, unable to speak.
Oh, God. I did. Why did I like it?
“Use your words.” He pumps his fingers inside me, nothing but heat burning in his eyes.
Just lean into it. We’re trying new things.
Somehow, I find my voice. “Say it again.”
He groans his approval, and his voice is deep when he drawls, “I fucking knew it.” He grazes his teeth over my aching flesh. “Knew there was a needy little slut hiding in there all along.”
That word has me inhaling sharply. It’s so… dirty.
And hot. Yup. Emphasis on hot.
I can’t take it anymore. Grabbing hold of his hair again, I grind against his mouth, my movements becoming more chaotic. Despite the undulation of my hips, he follows, working me with his tongue and fingers until I’m nearly shaking, the sensation somehow both too much and not enough. “Please!”
He pulls away and kisses my inner thigh. “What are you begging for, baby?”
God, I love when he calls me that.Fletcher calling mebabeonly filled me with rage, but Miles calling mebaby? I can’t explain it, but it just feels right.
“Please… Miles…”
“You wanna come on my tongue?”
Is he actually gonna make me say it?
“I—”
“’Cause I really fuckin’ wanna know”—he licks a small circle around the center of my pleasure again—“what you taste like when you explode in my mouth.”
When he sucks hard on my clit and adds another finger, I thrash so violently against the bed that he has to pin me in place with a thick forearm over my hips. “Fuck, Caroline,” he says. “That’s it. Let that whore out to play. Give her what she wants.”
I think my eyes roll back in my head. I can no longer see or hear or think. There’s only Miles. That tongue. Those fingers. Those filthy words. And that mind-bending, tantalizing sensation rocketing me toward a cliff, building and gathering, gripping and tightening, until…
I detonate. Shock waves rip through me, my throaty cries giving voice to the tension flooding from my core. Miles clamps tighter over my hips as he moans and sucks and coaxes each pulsing wave to the surface. He’s playing me like an instrument, strumming every tightly drawn string just so—until Ising.
Blissful aftershocks slip through me as the chaos finally settles into a sweet warmth. I’m a puddle—boneless and trembling. I couldn’t tell you my own name right now.
Miles breaks away, then licks one slow stripe up my center.
“That’s one,” he rasps, gently biting my inner thigh. When I can finally lift my head, I’m met with that crinkly-eyed smile and it nearly wrecks me all over again.
I drop back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. “Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
He kisses my stomach. “Damn right I am.”
“That’s fair, I guess—” I gasp as I’m flipped over, yanked by the hips onto all fours.
Before I get my bearings, his chest is pressed against my back, his lips at my ear. “Can my needy girl take another one?”
