“God Dev, yes.”
“Fuck, Mira. Say you want to be mine, baby.” I whisper gruffly, brushing my lips teasingly along her jaw, inching closer to those heavenly plump lips of her I’ve been dying to taste again.
“I want to be yours.” Mira moans, her slender fingers close around my own when I lace them together.
I smile staring into those mesmerising eyes. “I’ve only ever been yours.” I murmur before brushing my lips over hers. Mira parts her lips for me when I run my tongue sluggishly along her bottom lip. Our tongues meet and my heart rate soars, beating wildly in my chest.
There it is. That delectable taste, that spine-tingling sensation I’ve been searching and longing for but could never quite find. Just kissing her, listening to her breathy moans was enough to drive me insane with need.
“Mimi, its—oh my word!”
I jump awake at the abrupt yet rude interruption and so does Mira. I peel my eyes open and blink a couple times till I see Ayla standing at the door, her hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes wide and cheeks rosy. I look down and see Mira pressed up against me, her head resting on my chest while my free arm is wrapped around her tightly. Those golden eyes flicker open and she blinks a couple times. “Ayla, for the millionth time. I have an alarm.” She grumbles still half asleep and drops her head on my chest again. Not even a second later her eyes fly open and they slowly lift to mine and we stare at one another stunned for a beat. “What the…” She abruptly lifts her head off my chest, dark brows drawn together, lips parted slightly whilst her groggy brain catches up.
Mira lets out an adorable little squeak while we scramble to untangle from one another, and in doing so, we somehow manage roll off the bed in a mess of arms and legs. I hit the floor with a thud and Mira yelps.
“Christ.” I groan, when all the air whooshes out of my lungs when she lands ontop of me.
“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot that you—I’m going to uh…go.” Ayla apologises.
“Wait! This isn’t what it looks like!” Mira cries out lifting her head to look over at her big sister who was turning a deeper shade of red the longer she stood there.
“I can drive to work. I’ll see you guys there!” Mira watches stunned as her sister hastily rushes out of the door and pulls it shut behind her.
“Uh, Tinks…” I call out to get her attention, not that I minded one little bit that her breasts were pressed against my face. I’d gladly suffocate here and die a happy man. I do appreciate a decent pair of tits, even though I’m more of an arse man. I can think of a million worse ways to go than to suffocate between Mira’s breasts. “I’m real grateful for the view an all, but I’m kind of running low on oxygen down here.” My voice comes out muffled and Mira drops her gaze down to me and her eyes go wide, like a deer caught in headlights when she realises my face is stuffed between her baps and hurries to scramble off of me. I groan and suck in a deep breath to fill my deprived lungs. “Well, that was an eventful wake up call.”
I observe her, waiting for a reaction. Only half wondering and expecting her to freak out and start hitting me. Mira blinks and quickly shifts away, tucking her hair behind her ear while peering down into my face. “How did we…”
I shrug and sit up, rubbing my shoulder, fisting and unfisting my hand to get the blood circulating again, “Not a clue.” I reply offhandedly.
Mira groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How is this my life.” Mira carps and groans. “Oh my God, she’s going to think that we…”
“Tinks you’re fully clothed.” I point out to her and she looks down at herself before she looks over at me again warily.
“Yeah, but you aren’t.” She grouses and smacks my leg with the back of her hand. “I told you to keep your clothes on!”
“Ow!” I scowl at her and rub my thigh. “Use your words, woman. Must you resort to violence all the time?”
Mira rolls her eyes exasperated. “Aww, shucks, I’m sorry princess, did my playful slap hurt your fragile little leg?” I glare at her displeased and she smirks back at me. “Would you like me to call your mummy to kiss it better?”
“If you’re offering, I’d much rather you did the honours, Shortcake,” I retort and chuckle when she flushes a deeper shade of red than she was already donning after waking up in my arms.
Mira exhales slowly and leans in closer, her eyes locked with my own. “I’d rather make out with a dog on the street than ever let my lips touch any part of you, King.”
I laugh with gusto. “I’d believe that if I were anyone else, but we both know deep down you really love me so be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” Mira gives me a look of distaste before clambering up to her feet and smoothing her skirt down.
“If I had one wish it would be to get out of these cuffs before I kill you and spend the best years of my life behind bars.”
I stand and sling my arm around her shoulder and guide her toward the bathroom. “You’ll miss me.” I sing into her ear and she nudges me away with her shoulder.
“I hate you.”
“Liar,” I chuckle and point to the toilet. “Do you want to go first?” Mira shakes her head and turns to face away while I step upto the toilet and lift the seat.
“You sleep okay?” I ask.
Mira looks back at me over her shoulder, “After I finally managed to fall asleep, I did, though it took a while no thanks to your horrific snoring.”
“I do not snore.” I contest, scowling at her.