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I know we’re nottotallyalone, though. Jet is down the hall and dinner is already on the counter.
Dinner.
“You have to get out of here,” I tell him, pushing against his arms until he finally frees me. “I don’t know what you were thinking following me in here, but dinner is waiting. Jet is waiting. We cannot do this right now.”
I don’t know what I’ve said that could have possibly caught his interest, but I see an unmistakable, mischievous glint in his beautiful blue eyes. “Right now?”
Shit.
“That’s not what I meant.” I shake my head. “At all. Obviously, we can’t do this at all, but weespeciallycan’t do it now.”
Milo smirks. “If it can’t happen ever, the now is redundant, but you keep saying it.”
I point at the door. “Out.”
Rather than obey my command, he grabs my wrist, then my other forearm, and walks me back until I hit the wall.
My eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
Heat from his gaze makes my whole body feel warmer. “Since you first walked in tonight wearing that red lipstick, there’s been one thing on my mind.” He moves closer, caging me against the wall with his hard body. He releases my arm and brings his hand in to caress my face. His thumb catches my plump lower lip and pushes down so he can slip it into my mouth.
Fire spreads through my veins as his thumb moves past my lips and travels quickly to the spot he kissed between my legs. I want to do the decent thing and stop, but my body has different ideas.
It’s just his thumb,I tell myself.
It shouldn’t get me so hot, but it’s the way he just expects me to suck, the way my body wants to obey.
It’s just his thumb,I think as I take it into my mouth and seal my lips around it like it’s his cock.
Molten heat travels from his eyes straight to my core. I suck, and my pussy throbs with need.
Oh, lord.
This is bad, but it feels so good. Instinctively, I start to move toward him, but his hand shoots out and slams me back against the wall so hard, I gasp.
Wide eyes rise to meet his. He drags his thumb out of my mouth and wipes it on my face, then he grabs my jaw in his iron grip and crushes his mouth against mine.
Heat combusts in my veins. Without thought, without even meaning to, I groan against his lips and reach for his cock, needing to feel if he’s hard.
My hand rubs up against denim-clad steel. When I rub it through his jeans, he groans against my mouth and sends a carnal thrill straight through me.
I need more. My fingers are clumsy as they unbutton his jeans. His hot, hungry mouth devours mine and his hand slides up to palm my tit through my shirt. I try to arch against his hand, but he keeps me pinned helplessly against the wall so I can’t move.
God, I need more of him. The more he won’t let me, the more I need it. Now, faster. I can’t get his pants undone fast enough.
I try to slip my hand down the front, but he swats it away.
My words come out in a slur like I’m drunk on something more than him. “No, please.”
“You want it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You need it?”
“I need it,” I practically whine.
His voice is low and gravelly, a hint of fondness beneath the steel letting me know he’s in charge. “Yeah? You want it bad, don’t you, baby?”
