"I'm not teasing. I'm reacquainting."
Instantly, we're off the sofa, and I'm forced to hold on as he moves us through the house. We pass through his room, straight to his bathroom, where he sets me on the vanity.
The shirt and bra are gone before I can say a word, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. This is because Miller's eyes are raking over me slowly. A tremor runs across my skin, goosebumps popping everywhere. He bends, brushing feather-light kisses along my collarbone, sinking lower and sucking gently on one nipple before moving to the other.
He folds an arm around my waist to hold me steady as he takes his time running his mouth, lips, and tongue back and forth until I'm panting with need.
He smiles against my skin, going lower until his mouth is low on my abdomen.
"Brace up, baby."
I do as he asks, leveraging my weight on my hands and pivoting my hips off the vanity. He uncurls his arm from around me, unbuttoning and sliding my jeans and panties off and tossing them to the side.
I lower myself, shuddering at the cold marble. My first instinct is to close my legs, but he stops me, spreading my knees. Every inch of my naked body is exposed and on display while he kneels in front of me fully clothed.
"You are fucking perfection."
All self-conscious thoughts fly out of my head when he raises his eyes. Heat, desire, lust—all of it mixed in the smoldering sea of crystal blue.
"I've gone a hell of a long time without the taste of you on my tongue. Six months… starving to have you just like this."
My stomach clenches and nerves tingle in anticipation from the way he's staring and knowing he can bring me to the brink the way no one else has. In my past life, my sex life was mediocre but satisfying. Or so I thought. Sex was always about the act itself, not the build up or foreplay. It was never explosive until my weekend with Miller. He opened my eyes and mind to what all-consuming passion is. It seemed too intimate to tell him then, but now I can't stop myself.
"You're the only one to ever have this." My admission is soft, but his body jerks as his eyes fly to mine.
"No one else?"
"No one."
His fingers dig into my knees, and his head comes to rest between my thighs. The heat of his breath wisps against my sensitive skin, and I wait for him to move. When he doesn't, my fingers thread through his hair.
"Sweetie?"
"Give me a minute, Ashlyn. I'm trying to tame the fucking animal inside and keep myself in check."
A new kind of thrill races through my veins. "You don't have to keep yourself in check."
"Knowing I'll live all my life with something that is only mine is something I never thought possible."
His tongue darts out, running along my slickness, taking me by surprise, and a whimper escapes my throat. The roughness of his tongue works its way inside, moving around urgently until I can no longer hold myself up with my one arm. I fall back, my shoulders on the wall, and fist his hair as he delves deeper.
The soft bristles of his stubble rubs against my skin with each stroke. I'm helpless to his assault as he swirls his tongue, touching everywhere. He pulls back enough to flick it against my clit over and over until I know I can't last.
The pleasure is too much, and it's been so long. My body vibrates with need as I plead with him, "Please, Miller. Please."
He growls, placing my knees over his shoulders, and dives right back in, alternating between kissing, licking, sucking, twisting, and twirling his tongue until I'm full out shaking. My eyes squeeze shut as the coiling in my spine intensifies and lets loose.
"Oh my God!" I yell, trying to close my thighs as the orgasm sears through my system.
He doesn't let up, continuing to devour me as I squirm against him. I have no choice but to surrender and yell into the room, flying apart again. The waves of ecstasy take over, consuming me until all my energy deflates and my chest is heaving.
"I can't…"
He slows, gently sweeping kisses up and down, then side to side, sucking a little spot of skin on my inner thighs. "Knowing there isn't another man in this world ever going to taste you makes me a lucky motherfucker."
In my lust-filled haze, only half of his statement registers, and I nod. My lids are heavy and focus hazy as I watch him back away and strip.
A fresh sense of energy rushes through me at the sight. My gaze travels over his hard body, taking in every rigid ripple of his muscles from head to toe. His cock is stiff and jutting out, clearly ready for me. I reach out, and he stops my hand, bending it in his and helping me off the vanity.
"Shower."
"But…" I try to touch him again.
"Princess, I'm about to fucking blow my load, and the last thing I want to do is clean my junk off the walls. Shower, now."
I let him lead me into the glass enclosure and think of my own ways to torture him. If he's insistent on this abstinence thing, it's time to play dirty.
Chapter 9
Miller
"At the risk of pissing you off even more than you already are, I think it's safe to say you're not a morning person."
"You're wrong. I'm the poster child for morning people. I love mornings. I can accomplish more before ten a.m. than most people complete in a full day. Everything can go to shit with my day, but mornings are my prime time. I, however, am not a farmer. Only farmers get up this early," she snips with venom.
"I told you we had an early morning."
"My definition of early and your definition are not the same things."
I chuckle, reaching for her hand, only to
