Taking his time, he nibbled a path up my body, making sure to stop to pull each nipple between his teeth once again. It was a sensation I was becoming addicted to.
There was sharp sting, but the pleasure was off the charts. When Miller reached my lips, I could see the evidence of my arousal there. With the first touch of his lips, I opened to the wildly erotic kiss.
"Miller, I need you," I begged between labored breaths.
His tongue licked out to swirl around my nipple never touching it. "Not yet.”
I needed him inside of me, but he was busy worshiping my body and I didn't want to deny myself the sensual of the feel as it flicked my nipples, tantalizing every nerve ending.
After torturing me for what seemed like hours, his mouth moved back to mine as he settled himself between my legs, his dick stroking my pussy but never allowing himself inside. My head thrashed on the pillow.
"Miller."
He groaned, capturing my lips with his as he surged forward.
"Oh my god, you're so fucking tight and warm." He groaned into the curve of my neck.
Needing him to move, I thrust my hips up. His head was thrown back, a muscle spasming in his neck as he fought for control. "Please don't move. Just give me a minute," he hissed from between clenched teeth. He sucked in a deep breath and lowered his head to look at me. “I don’t remember it being this good.”
Deep, driving strokes brought me back, my nails digging into his flesh as I reached for the orgasm I knew was dancing right before me, just out of reach. He played my body like an instrument: equal parts hard and soft, fast and slow. His fingers sliding down my stomach and into my wet folds, stroking my clit had me lightheaded, pleasure coursing through my body. Somewhere in the midst of orgasmic bliss, I felt him thrust a few more times before joining me.
His body collapsed against mine, his arms no longer able to hold up his weight. Slowly our breathing returned to normal and I knew everything had changed. The feeling I got that first night with Miller had been set free, clawing its way to the surface. Even though I wanted to push it back down where my heart was safe, I wasn’t sure if I could. It wasn’t only about just sex with Miller anymore.
What had I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER 17
Miller
“You’re in a good mood today.” Ashton stepped into the office unannounced. “The whole staff is talking about it. I had to see it for myself. I guess that means things are going better with Tess?”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“Oh, touchy. I seem to remember a certain brother digging very deep into my life when it came to Elena.” He took a seat in the chair across from my desk.
I signed off on parts of the payroll. “That’s because you used to tell me everything about your conquests.”
He laughed. “Like you were any different. Not telling me only proves that I was right. Things are going good.”
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “I’d give you more shit, but you’re right—I’m in too good a mood. Things are perfect. I wish I could convince her to quit working and let me take care of things, though. With her going to school, at least I’d get to see her outside of the bar.”
“She didn’t seem like the type who would want you to take care of everything.”
“She’s not. It pisses me off whenever she tells me no.”
Ashton rolled his eyes. “Then stop asking.”
“Whatever you say. Now what the hell are you doing here? Dad’s down the hall if you only came to harass me.”
“I came over to check on you. I know you’re meeting with Marcello today. I also know Dad doesn’t know.”
My hands clenched into fists at the mere mention of Marcello. Bastard kept sending other people over to meet with me, like I wasn’t worthy of his time. He had no idea who he was dealing with. This time, if he didn’t show up, I would no longer want to have a peaceful conversation. I would bring half of my employees to him and make sure he that he understood the importance of showing up when I requested a meeting.
I knew he was screwing me. For whatever reason, he thought he was big enough to run this town. Either he didn’t realize, or didn’t want to admit that the Hawes family already did. Whatever the excuse, he was in for a rude awakening .
“Yeah. I’m waiting for him to call and try to cancel again.”
“And what are you going to do if he does?”
“I’ll bury the fucker. I don’t need this shit. I want one thing and one thing only: him to stay the fuck away from Tess.”
“And how do you plan to get him to agree to that? You know Marcello doesn’t wheel and deal.”