Page 113 of Silent Shadows

And suddenly kissing her doesn’t feel enough anymore. That sound tells me she knows it, too—that this is just the beginning.

Adrenaline and fear and wanting all collide at once.

Her fingers tangle in my jacket, pulling me even closer into her, if that’s even possible. My mouth moves to her neck, and she leans her head back to give me better access.

Daisy Bennett, the woman who controls every room she walks into, every conversation, every version of herself she allows people to see, is letting her guard down with me.

I like it way too much.

I pull back abruptly, breathing hard.

Moonlight catches her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, the wild look in her eyes.

Beautiful.

“Miles,” she whispers.

The sound of my name in her mouth sends a rush through me.

I grip the tree beside her head instead of touching her again.

“This is a terrible idea,” I say hoarsely.

“You keep saying that while actively making it worse.”

Daisy reaches for me again, fingers sliding beneath my shirt this time, touching bare skin, skimming over my abs. I feel it everywhere.

I moan into her neck, biting at her ear. God, I don't know why I did that. I don't even know if she's into that kind of thing, but it feels like we've done this before even though we haven't.

I feel her still, and I pull back slightly to look at her again.

And instead of doubt, instead of pulling back, heat flashes across her face.

Want. Pure, uncomplicated want. For me.

I lean down slowly until my forehead rests against hers, her back still against the towering pine tree, both of us breathing too hard.

“If we keep going,” I say quietly, “I’m not stopping.”

Daisy’s fingers tighten against my waist, pulling me closer.

“Good,” she whispers back, pulling my hoodie she’s been wearing over her head and draping it on a nearby branch. My eyes trail her body—she’s in a bralette that’s doing wonders for her breasts. My hands run from her hips up her sides, one stopping to cup one of her tits and the other up to her collarbone. Holy shit, this is happening.

I tip her chin up and claim her mouth with mine, a whimper escaping her throat as I grip the back of her head. Our tongues slide together and Daisy wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself higher into me.

Instinctively, my hands grip her ass and haul her up my body so we’re level. Daisy’s legs wrap around me and my dick jerks in my sweats, feeling her warmth.

With her pressed between me and the tree, she peels my jacket off and I let it hit the ground. Daisy sucks at my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms. Setting her down, I reach with one hand and pull my T-shirt over my head, needing to feel her skin on mine. More of her. Daisy gasps at what she sees, and I blush for a second.

“You didn’t tell me you’re secretly ripped!”

“With respect, Daisy, shut up,” I reply, a smile tugging at my lips.

Before she can reply, I tug one of the straps of her bra down and take one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue. Daisy moans, one hand finding my hair and pressing my head harder against her.

“Can I touch you?” she asks, her voice breathless.

I nod against her, moving to her other nipple.