Just One Kiss - J. Saman Page 0,34

on the things he does to me. “You said it was your turn.”

Oh. I did, didn’t I? Right. “I was thinking that I’d really like to hear how you sound when my mouth is on your dick.”

Miles pauses, his dark eyes snapping up to mine before he groans. “Jesus, London. You say things like that, and I’ll blow my load before you even get close to me with your mouth.”

I grin mischievously. “Quick on the trigger?”

Now he growls, something low and animalistic. “Not even a little.”

“We could have a race. First to make the other come wins. Or loses?” I tilt my head. “I’m not exactly sure how that one works out.”

Miles laughs, kissing the dip at the base of my neck and scooping me up, cradling me into his arms as he brings me upright, back onto his lap. He kisses me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, taking possession of me in a way no one ever has before. I’m completely naked whereas Miles is still fully dressed. It feels weird, though I feel anything but self-conscious around this man.

Something about him makes me insanely comfortable. I can be me and he likes that, weird quirks and silliness and all.

But still, the clothes have to go.

Without breaking the kiss, I go for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up. Miles picks up on my intention, reaching one hand behind his head, grasping the material of his shirt and helping me along as we slip it over his head.

And much the way he did with me, I pull back, taking in everything that is Miles.

His broad, muscular shoulders, the thick bulge of his biceps as they flex beneath my touch. My hands don’t linger there long, too anxious to continue their exploration. His chest has a light dusting of hair on his pecs and I drag my nail through it, loving the sensation as it coasts along my fingertips.

His abs, much like the rest of him, are all muscles, hard lines, and sharp ridges. I find another sexy patch of hair below his navel and I follow it down until it disappears into the hem of his boxers and jeans.

Miles hasn’t stopped touching me.

His fingers caress my back, up and down, mapping out every dip and curve of my body, tracking his touch with his eyes that have difficulty staying in one place. He likes to look at my face, I realize. Likes to stare into my eyes and watch the way his touch affects me.

A girl really could get used to having such an attentive and focused lover.

I start to slide off his lap, my knees going to the floor and just as I land, already a little uncomfortable, Miles jerks me back up with a shake of his head. “As much as I’m dying for you to be on your knees in front of me with my cock in your mouth, I’m not letting you do that with your knee the way it is.”

“But—”

“Nope. We can play around with that later. In my bed. But right now” —his hand cups my face, his eyes always on mine— “I really want to be inside of you, London. Only…” He trails off and I already know what he’s going to say.

Condoms.

“I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I was tested after the last time. I’m clean and I have an IUD.”

Miles grins, bringing my face back in to kiss me. “Are you sure? I’m clean too. It’s been a while for me and like you said, I’ve been tested. But I’ve never done it without a condom. I just want you to be sure.”

I know what he’s saying. “I’ve never done it without a condom either,” I tell him, matching his tone. It’s more than the trust behind it. It’s the notion that it’s just him and me, no barrier.

He blows out a shaky breath and I take advantage, my mouth claiming his once more.

“God, this is going to hurt,” he murmurs, almost to himself. In fact, it takes me a moment to fully grasp what he’s saying. And when I do, my heart aches in a way it never has before.

Raising up on my knees, I reach down between us, unbuttoning his jeans and drawing down his zipper. A howl of wind rushes past the house, rattling the windows and causing the fire in the fireplace to sway as some of it seeps down the chimney.

Outside the storm is raging while in here, ours is just