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I sweep my lips across his, slipping my tongue inside, grazing his. That’s about all the time I get before he’s rolled us onto our sides and taking over. His mouth moves urgently, his tongue swirling around mine. I slant my head to give him all the access he wants. He groans his approval, deepening the kiss and skimming his hand down my side to cup my ass. I tighten my thigh on his hip and grind against the hard outline in his pants, sending electric shockwaves pulsing through my nerves. It’s my turn to moan at the sensations and knowing what’s coming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” he hisses, tearing away and tucking his face to my throat. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this shit, but baby, you have to stop.”
“You don’t have sex on your sofa?”
“No… yes… it’s not the sofa.” He brings his face back to mine, and all the flutters die on the spot. “When I finally have you again, we’ll christen every inch of my goddamned house.”
“What do you mean when?”
“You said some important things.”
“Oh my God, I’m such a spaz you don’t want to have sex with me?”
“You feel me throbbing against you? That’s all yours. But I think we should wait.”
“Wait for what? Did you forget we’ve already done this? Many times.”
“I’m waiting for you,” he replies somberly. “You want to find yourself, understand who you are outside of the confines of the life you lived? I’ll be by your side as you figure it out. Along the way, we’re going to explore this connection, and you’ll learn to trust in it. When I have you again, I want all of you.”
I stop breathing for the second time today. Darby’s words from earlier race through my mind.
“Pierce was relentless, but no matter what, he was constantly looking out for me. I saw that this morning in Miller. His focus and concern are zeroed in on you. It’s really special, Ashlyn, even if it drives you crazy and makes you want to strangle him.”
“You’re withholding sex from me.”
“I’m doing it for us.”
“How long are you holding out?”
“Not long if you keep grinding your pussy on my dick.” He winces, adjusting his hips.
“You realize the irony, right? Yesterday afternoon, you were hellbent on having me naked until Monday morning, and now you’re turning me down.”
He brings his wrist up, his eyes cutting to his watch. A wicked grin spreads on his lips, and when he glances back to me, his eyes are glittering an electric blue. The familiarity of this expression ignites my blood.
“We have fourteen hours until Monday morning.” His hand goes to the knot at my side, tugging it open then slowly unbuttoning his way up the shirt and spreading it. My nipples pebble instantly against the lace of my bra. He licks his lips before lowering his head and grazing his teeth over the points. “We can begin the naked portion of our weekend now.”
“That’s not fair. You can’t tease me and refuse sex.” There’s no disguising the undeniable need in my voice.
“I’m not teasing. I’m reacquainting.”
Instantly, we’re off the sofa, and I’m forced to hold on as he moves us through the house. We pass through his room, straight to his bathroom, where he sets me on the vanity.
The shirt and bra are gone before I can say a word, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. This is because Miller’s eyes are raking over me slowly. A tremor runs across my skin, goosebumps popping everywhere. He bends, brushing feather-light kisses along my collarbone, sinking lower and sucking gently on one nipple before moving to the other.
He folds an arm around my waist to hold me steady as he takes his time running his mouth, lips, and tongue back and forth until I’m panting with need.
He smiles against my skin, going lower until his mouth is low on my abdomen.
“Brace up, baby.”
I do as he asks, leveraging my weight on my hands and pivoting my hips off the vanity. He uncurls his arm from around me, unbuttoning and sliding my jeans and panties off and tossing them to the side.
I lower myself, shuddering at the cold marble. My first instinct is to close my legs, but he stops me, spreading my knees. Every inch of my naked body is exposed and on display while he kneels in front of me fully clothed.
“You are fucking perfection.”
All self-conscious thoughts fly out of my head when he raises his eyes. Heat, desire, lust—all of it mixed in the smoldering sea of crystal blue.
“I’ve gone a hell of a long time without the taste of you on my tongue. Six months… starving to have you just like this.”
My stomach clenches and nerves tingle in anticipation from the way he’s staring and knowing he can bring me to the brink the way no one else has. In my past life, my sex life was mediocre but satisfying. Or so I thought. Sex was always about the act itself, not the build up or foreplay. It was never explosive until my weekend with Miller. He opened my eyes and mind to what all-consuming passion is. It seemed too intimate to tell him then, but now I can’t stop myself.
