Page 45 of The Boxer’s Belle

“Slower.”

He groaned his assent, adjusting his pace to meet the instinctive sway of her hips.

Heat bloomed along Bella’s cheeks and down to her chest. With her spare hand, she untied the drawstring bow between her breasts, freeing one breast for her fingers to toy with.

Pleasure danced along her spine, coiling low in her belly. With her free hand, she rucked her chemise out of the way to find Miles’s eyes. Freed from his fabric prison, he met her gaze. His eyes crinkled at the corners in fondness, and her heart skipped.

His fingers soothed along her thigh, even as his lips stole her sanity. He sucked her pearl between his lips, and Bella’s head fell back on a gasp.

“More, please.”

And Miles submitted to her vague demand, driving her higher, faster, harder, toward her inevitable peak.

Strong fingers clasped her around the waist, ripping her away from his lips. The squeak escaped Bella without permission as he settled her back around his thighs. When he’d unbuttoned his falls, she hadn’t the slightest idea.

“What the damned hell?” she demanded, her center clenching on nothing.

“Want you to come on my cock,” he said as he pressed up to seated. He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as though that were a perfectly reasonable explanation for pulling her away at the worst possible moment.

She shoved his shoulder with a trembling hand. “You arse!”

“Your arse,” he murmured, leaning forward to trail his lips along her jaw. “You didn’t think that just because I love you I’d stop infuriating you.” Beneath her, he thrust his hips, pressing his hard length low against her belly. Simultaneously, he tugged her chemise to one side, freeing one breast to slide his hand inside and cup the tight bud.

“If you think you can charm me after you just...” Bella’s words failed her as her hips chased his heat of their own accord.

“You’ve been insulting me for weeks, darling. I’m fit to pop.” He dipped his tongue to trace the neckline of her chemise before closing over the nipple he’d freed. He traced his tongue across the bud before pulling away with an obscene, demonstrative pop.

“I need to feel you around me, though. Had to make sure you were close. Couldn’t live with myself if I fell apart before you had your peak.”

Most of Bella’s reserve melted away—not all. But, determined to ruin him as thoroughly as he had her, she raised up on her knees to sink down on Miles’s hard prick. A slight burn accompanied the stretch as her channel enveloped him.

“Fuck,” Miles groaned. His arms bracketed her waist, clutching her tightly to his chest.

Sheathing his cock, Bella shuddered.

He tugged her shift over her head and tossed it away.

He gave her a moment, two, to adjust to the length of him once more, before rocking up into her. “Good?”

Bella nodded, breathless, as Miles drew a hand to where they were joined. The other hand clutched at her waist, a guiding suggestion that she wasn’t too proud to take.

She clambered for his shoulders, clutching for purchase as her hips found a rhythm she’d thought long forgotten.

“There it is,” Miles whispered, as the explosion that had eluded her only moments before rushed toward her.

His lips found hers in an inelegant kiss—more a sharing of breath than anything else. She could only assume the foreign, earthy taste on his tongue was hers. That intelligence ripped a whimper from her.

“Faster?” he questioned as he pulled away to lavish her breast again. Sweat clung to his damp temples as she clasped him in place.

She shook her head. “Harder.”

Miles’s next thrust was sharper, driving his hips up into her as he tightened his circles against her bud.

Sparks danced along her nerves, pooling in her core. “Miles…”

“Close?”

“I swear if you stop…”