I blinked, absently encircling Miller’s nipple with my finger.
“The only thing saving you from being arrested right now is the fact that your clothes were clean, and you had no…residue… on you,” Miller said softly.
I stiffened and leaned up, looking at him. “Residue?”
He nodded. “Whatever happened, was pretty messy. Whomever did it, had to have left that room covered in it…or they stripped out of their clothes.”
My mouth opened and closed like a fish. “How was that not heard? Or seen?”
Miller shook his head. “I went in there yesterday with another buddy on LVPD. The stalls are all like tiny rooms. Whatever happened to Faris was contained by the very far stall. The door was locked, too, so nobody even bothered to try that door until the cleaning lady came in later that day.”
“What does this mean for me?” I asked in worry, leaning forward until my hands were resting on his muscular chest.
He lifted his hands to cover the back of mine before he said, “Right now you’re just a person of interest, although all they have on you is circumstantial. You’re allowed to leave the city, but you have to come back if they have any questions.”
I heaved a relieved breath. “Good. That would’ve sucked having to stay in Las Vegas while everyone else went home.”
He leaned forward and captured me to his chest once again. “I wouldn’t have left you here alone.”
I threaded my arms around his neck, studying his face. The cleft in his chin. The blueness of his eyes.
Taking a deep, soothing breath, I broached the subject that was never really resolved yesterday.
“I don’t want to be your charity project. I want you to be with me because you want to be with me, and I’m sorry if I forced any of that on you unwillingly. You’re free to leave if and when you want to. I’ll never force you to stay with me,” I said softly, looking into his eyes as I said it.
His lips tightened. “I don’t know where you keep coming up with this bullshit,” he snapped, reversing our positions until he was settled deep between my thighs. “Does this feel like you’re just a charity project to me?”
He ground his humongous erection into me. One that hadn’t been there when I’d broached the subject.
Holy shit, he got hard really, really fast.
The head of his cock worked into the seam of my sex, working back and forth as he looked into my eyes.
When I didn’t reply, he leaned back and the head of his cock nudged at my entrance.
Then started pushing slowly forward.
My eyes opened wide in surprise.
He filled me to perfection, and he felt even bigger in this positon than he did in others.
“Ohh,” I breathed, lifting my hips to clamp his chest between my thighs.
His eyes stayed on mine as he slowly started to move forward and backward.
His eyes studied my face, taking in the slightly parted slit of my mouth, and the way my chest heaved with the breaths that weren’t sending oxygen to my brain.
When my hips started to tilt further, he pushed up onto his knees, and then pulled me up until my hips were supported by his thighs.
His hands went forward and pushed the hem of my shirt up, freeing my small breasts to his intense gaze.
“Can I play with your pretty little nipples?” He asked roughly, bucking his hips up and down. Each movement of his hips pushed the head of his cock against a delicious spot inside of me, making my breath catch with each pass.
Something hot and heavy was pooling in my core, burning me from the inside out.
I nodded, and he captured each between two fingers, bucking his hips, using the pressure on my nipples to urge me up and down.
“God,” I gasped, the slow buildup of my orgasm turned into a rushing freight train, barreling down the tracks at me with no way to move out of the way.
My silent scream stole through me as I arched my back and came hard, clamping down on his length with all the ferocity my body could muster.
He grunted in surprise, letting go of my breasts and latching onto my hips as he started to pound inside of me.
I held on for the ride as my orgasm started to build up once again, not fully recovered from the last time.
When his movements became jerky, he pulled out of me quickly, fisting his cock as he aimed it at my pussy.
Hot spurts of semen shot from the tip of his cock.
The milky white substance hit my clit and belly.
I alternated from watching his face to his cock, totally enraptured with the entire act.
It was so erotic, so fucking right, that I came again on his fingers as he rubbed his essence into me in slow, sensual circles, focusing on my clit as he did.
“God,” I jerked. “Stop, it’s too much.”
He grinned and leaned forward, capturing my nipple with his mouth as he continued his erotic torture, coaxing yet another orgasm from my too-tired body.
Once the torture stopped, my limbs fell to the bed in exhaustion as I stared up at the mirrored ceiling, realizing too late what an erotic picture that would’ve been.
Hell, it was one now and all I could see was the top of Miller’s head and shoulders, as well as where his cock lay against my belly as he leaned back looking at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, bringing my eyes back to him.
I smiled. “Thank you.”
I’d never heard those words uttered from someone’s mouth besides my father, and it was nice to hear. Especially from his beautiful lips.
He was about to say something more when the sound of my belly growling in hunger stopped him in his tracks.
“I guess that’s our cue,” he teased.
I smiled and sat up, then kneeled even further to reach Miller’s face.
I captured his mouth with my own and said, “I love you.”
He jerked and looked into my eyes in surprise. “You…you…you’re sure?”
I nodded. “Don’t think you have to say it back…”