Who was I not to listen?
Sparks danced between us when her mouth join mine, making the kiss even more electric than before. Impatient fingers slid up to the deep V of the gown, and I wasted no time in slipping my hand past the material and down over her breast.
I didn’t think it was possible but her nipple hardened even more when I rolled it between my fingers. That was all it took for moans of passion to push past Tess’s lips. A desire to own her, have her, fuck her into tomorrow came over me. I slid my hand around her nape and into her hair, holding her captive. I finally pulled away and took the glass from her hands, setting it on the table.
Tess watched every move I made, her eyes glazed over with desire and I realized she wanted the same thing that I did. That was all the push I needed.
Bending down, I scooped her into my arms and took the stairs two at a time to get to my bedroom. I was so hard I was going to have zipper prints on the underside of my cock if I didn’t get them off soon.
I’d been in this position many times before: bring a woman home, fuck her, and kick her out before I went to sleep. But something was different about tonight. About Tess. Maybe it was the way she ended up in my bedroom. Maybe it was how responsive she was to the simplest of touches.
Either way, I didn’t give a damn. I wanted her underneath me, and I really didn’t give two shits how she got there. As long as she wanted to be there, that was a good enough reason for me.
CHAPTER 4
Theresa
The heat of his body, combined with the wine I’d consumed, obliterated any rational thought that I might have had. Somehow Miller, the hard, scary man I’d met only hours earlier, made me drop all of my defenses. I was the idiot girl in the horror movies who opened the door, but instead of some crazed killer behind it, there was a man whose looks would send most women into a frenzy. And suddenly the circumstances of how I ended up here no longer mattered. The dumb girl had already opened the door.
Might as well enjoy myself.
My feet touched the floor and I curled my hand around his nape, bringing his lips to mine. The passion from earlier hadn’t abated with the trip upstairs. The moment our lips touched again, it was as if fire spread through my body. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want a man to be soft and gentle. Sweet was not in the cards tonight.
His hand slipped around my back and in the blink of an eye, the zipper to my dress was down. Miller moved back to let it pool at my feet.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured, eyes roaming down my body, the pink lace bra and panties not leaving much to the imagination.
He quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, letting it and the T-shirt he wore underneath drop to the floor. My fingers itched to trace the smooth layer of golden skin along his clearly defined abs. Miller put Ray to shame in more ways than one. I flattened my hands on his chest, sliding them down to cover his stomach at the same time Miller pulled my lips back to his and popped the snap on my bra. With only one piece of fabric separating us, he took hold of my shoulders and flipped me around so we stood back to chest.
Even through his pants, I could feel his hard length pressed against me. His fingers encircled both hips and warm lips tasted the skin at the back of my neck. Never in my life had I’d been so aroused with such a simple touch. Lust, desire, need—whatever the hell it was—made my body clench in anticipation. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, letting him guide me wherever he wanted to go.
One of his hands snaked down my body, slipping inside my panties, his fingers so close to where I needed them most. When his finger circled my clit, never touching, I clenched my legs together.
His lips left my neck and there was a soft nip there, before a soft whisper hit my ear. “Is there something you want?”
“Please touch me.”
My breathing came rapid and shallow. His finger grazed my clit and I moaned my appreciation. A few light strokes and all I wanted was this man deep inside me, fucking me.
“More,” I begged.
“Is that really what you want?”
“Yes.”
Miller pushed me forward and bent me over, face to the bed. A warm finger traced lightly down my spine. I felt him press up against me, his pants still on. Then again, so were my panties.
“I can give you more, but are you sure you can handle it?”
His finger slid lower over the crease of my ass. My body craved this. I knew my panties were soaked and I had to do everything in my power to keep my legs from shaking from suppressed desire. If he kept this up, I just might die of unrequited lust.
“Yes. Anything. Just don’t make me wait.” A small voice in the back of my head screamed that this was the wine talking, that I would never usually act this way after meeting someone for the first time, but my body didn’t care.