He waved a hand. “It’s all right.Really.”
“You’re so chivalrous. What time is it?”
“About six o’clock. I came to see if you wanted breakfast.”
Miles had cooked dinner, given up his bed, and now wanted to continue tending to me the next day? This sort of princess treatment was going to go to my head.
“I almost can’t handle you,” I stated.
“What should I do to make sure that doesn’t happen?” he countered.
I rubbed my forehead with one hand.
“Headache?”
“A little,” I answered. “Couple of painkillers will do the trick.”
“Want a shower?” Miles asked next.
I glanced up. “With you?”
He stared at the bedspread for a moment, shrugged, and said, “Sure.”
Wow. That was easy.
Miles stood, offered a hand, and pulled me out of bed. He led me into the adjoining bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the taps to let the water warm up. He took off his pajamas, revealing a tattooed chest and back to match his arms. I loved the choice of such vibrant colors. The bold line work on some of the tattoos was mesmerizing, and I nearly forgot to check for that inner-thigh art Miles had mentioned before.
A bird on a flowering branch.Verypretty.
“Did the tattoo artist get a glimpse of your cock?” I whispered.
Miles moved closer and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Yes.”
“How’d that work out for you?”
Miles slid the shirt off my shoulders and then worked on the front of my pants. “Well, it was a she, so less exciting for me.”
I laughed and stepped out of my clothes. Miles was half-hard, but I had a flagpole that wouldn’t quit, hungover or not. And frankly, I couldn’t fault my physical response. Miles was gorgeous.
The steam and heat from the shower were nice, but Miles wrapping his arms around me and kissing me was a million times better. He ran his hands down my sides, around my back, and settled them on my ass. He pulled me closer against him. Miles slipped his tongue into my mouth as we kissed. God, he tasted good.
Like coffee and mint toothpaste and man.
Perfect.
Shivers of excitement cascaded down my spine as Miles moved his hands along my body again. He kissed and nipped the side of my neck, running his tongue from my Adam’s apple to the hollow of my throat. He tilted his head, bit down where my neck and shoulder met, and began stroking my cock.
“Oh God,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.” I wrapped an arm around Miles’s neck, holding him close. I shoved a hand between us and started touching him too.
Miles panted quietly. “A bit tighter,” he instructed.
I adjusted my grip on him, giving his cock long strokes and running my thumb over the head.
Miles sped up. The only obvious goal in mind was to make me come until Imaybepassed out. “You like this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, moaning unabashedly.
He kissed me hard.
