Playing (Inked Hearts 2) - Page 554

He pulls his phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. Shakes his head. Answers. "Yes." His voice is strained. Like he can barely think, much less speak. "Give me an hour." He sighs. "Fine. But I can't teleport. It'll be at least half an hour." He ends the call and places his phone on the kitchen counter. His eyes find mine. "It's nothing you need to worry about. Just some drama at the Hollywood place."

"And you'll be there in half an hour?"

"Around that."

"You really think we're going to...in thirty minutes?"

He shakes his head. "That's not enough time to do this right."

"Oh." Suddenly, I feel cold, exposed, and not at all right. I'm naked and Miles is still dressed. He never bothered to take off a single article of clothing.

"I guess you're leaving then," I say.

This relationship, arrangement, whatever it is, is already off on the wrong foot.

"I'd really hate to leave without making you come," he says.

His eyes find mine. I squeeze my thighs together and slide back on the bed until I'm pressed against the headboard.

I take a deep breath. Relax, dammit. I can't let him have this much power over me.

I consider asking him to go. I can finish this on my own. It won't be as fun, but it won't leave me in knots either.

His expression is sincere. He seems sorry, truly sorry.

I can handle this.

"You have a serious time crunch there," I say.

He smiles, sits on the bed, and positions his body next to mine. He feels warm, hard to the touch.

His fingertips brush my nipples. I'm hot instantly. Every inch of my skin burns for his touch.

Miles sits up, his back against the headboard, his legs flat on the bed. He pulls my body into his, my knees outside his hips, so I’m straddling him.

Our eyes connect. I don’t know what his expression means, only that I like the intensity of it.

I settle into the position. I can feel him through his jeans. He's hard. Damn, I want that.

But this is good too.

He looks up at me. One hand curls around my neck. It guides me into a deep kiss. The other slides between my legs.

This is nothing but him giving me pleasure.

I'm going to enjoy it.

His tongue slides into my mouth as his thumb slides over my clit.

I kiss back, hard. It's a desperate plea for him to continue.

His touch is still patient. Soft. Then harder. Harder. Perfect.

I groan and dig my nails into his shoulders.

He reads me like a book, rubbing me with that same pressure, same speed.

Damn, that feels good.

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