Page 9 of Six More Minutes
“It is hot chocolate,” he said, pointing down at the mug. “It’s under all the whipped cream. And it’s spiked with butterscotch schnapps with rock sugar on top.”
“Well alright, Myles. Let me find out you’re trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me on this New Year’s Eve.” Eager to taste what smelled like a phenomenal drink, she put her lips to the edge of the mug and took a tentative sip. “Mmmmmm.” She groaned at how good it tasted. “I’m never gonna want plain old hot chocolate again.”
He grinned after taking a sip from his mug and then reached out to wipe her upper lip. “Ms. Whipped Cream Mustache.”
She swiped her tongue over her upper lip the second he moved his finger. And he groaned.
That’s how it always happened between them—a look, a word, a brush past him, a touch of his hand, the blink of his eyes, the parting of his lips and damn, she wanted him all over again. How was she going to pack up and go home tomorrow, leaving all these memories behind? Gemma had no idea and she’d warned herself against thinking too hard about it these last few days. She’d told him that it was fine, that she’d just enjoy the rest of this time with him and she intended to live by those words.
“How is it possible that I want you more now than I did when you first arrived here a few days ago?” Before she could answer he set his mug down and moved closer to her. “I want you more than I did that first night at National Harbor.”
He was already taking the mug from her hands when she cleared her throat. “There’s no denying the physical pull between us.” That was an understatement. She wondered if their attraction was so intense that others would be able to sense it if they were together.
But that was the problem wasn’t it? Nobody was ever near when they were together. At least nobody they knew or loved because this wasn’t that type of relationship.
“I agree,” he said cupping her face in his hands. “No denying it at all.” His lips were on hers in seconds for a kiss that was as hungry as it was sensual.
The way his tongue stroked over hers, the gentle touch of his hands holding her cheeks, the heat that spread through her like she was a puddle of accelerant and he was the flame. She couldn’t reply to his words, not even if he pulled his mouth away from her because she was too busy focusing on all the feelings blossoming inside her.
He eased her back until her head hit the pillows, never once breaking the contact of the kiss. He was on top of her now, his hands moving up and down her arms, brushing past her breasts, touching her hips, then moving back to grip her ass. She moaned, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist not giving a damn if that made her seem greedy or wanton. She was both and anything else when it came to Myles.
When he began trailing kisses across her cheeks and down her neck, Gemma arched beneath him. Her fingers grasped the material of his shirt as she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to disturb the moment because it was probably their last.
Myles continued kissing her neck, his hands moving to the hem of her blouse. “I told you I wanted you naked all weekend,” he grumbled against her neck.
“I’m not stopping you,” she whispered.
Pulling back with a sly grin he winked at her. “No. You’re not stopping me.”
He moved quickly removing her blouse and bra, then going down to slide her pants and panties down her legs. There was a mumbled comment about black lace and sins before she was naked and under his heated perusal.
He gasped and then licked his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Seconds after the comment his hands were on her again.
Cupping her heavy breasts, toying with her nipples. He leaned down to bury his face between them. “I dream about your big dark nipples.” He groaned. “Fuck! I can’t get them out of my head.”
Nor out of his mouth because his tongue stroked over one the moment the words fell from his lips. He took the tight bud between his teeth, applying the smallest amount of pressure before releasing it and then gorging on her breast like he was a starving child.
Gemma held the back of his head, more than happy to feed him until he was so full of her he couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. Was that selfish? She didn’t give a damn if it was.
He went from one breast to the other sending spears of pleasure shooting straight down to her pussy. She was so wet and ached so deeply for him. Easing her hand between them she spread her legs wider moaning when her finger finally brushed over her clit. In the blink of an eye Myles pulled back. Looking down at where her hand was, he pushed her wrist away.
“Nah, that’s all for me.” In the spirit of show, don’t tell, he eased down her body, lifting her legs and dropping them over his shoulders, before burying his face between them.
The rush of pleasure soaring through her at the touch of his tongue to her clit had her bucking up off the floor.
“I got you, baby,” he crooned. “I got you.”
And he did have her. With his palms on her ass lifting her up like he was bringing a bowl of delectable dessert to his face for consumption he drove his tongue deep inside her center and all she could do was moan his name. Over and over again.
When he shifted a hand to press two fingers inside her while his tongue bathed her clit, she came. Her body convulsed, her fingers fisting in the soft blankets beneath them and she thanked every deity there was for Myles and his magnificent mouth.
Her body was still humming with pleasure when he eased his fingers out of her and moved his mouth away.
“No. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
He was coming to his feet as she looked up at him. “Hold tight, lovely.”
She watched him pull his shirt up and over his head and then unbutton and unzip his pants. “Remember the other day when you were saying something about a quickie and six minutes.”
