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Liam
I’m not a client now.
Her words – the meaning behind them – had blood rushing to my head, then draining away.
I closed the remaining distance between us and reached to cup her cheek, pushing my fingers into her hair.
Her head fell back, but I didn’t kiss her.
“Where’s your room?”
She made a vague motion off to the right, not looking away from me.
“Show me.”
“It’s the same place as before,” Mila told me, her breath hitching a little.
I took her hand, and we started to walk in silence.
The bungalow wasn’t far although it seemed to take ages to walk the short distance. Mila swiped her card and turned to me.
I backed her into the open doorway of the bungalow, then kicked the door closed behind me. I put the security latch in place before turning back to her.
She stood in the middle of the room, and I closed the distance between us.
Once more, I pushed a hand into her hair, the silken tresses sliding through my fingers. She angled her head back, her mouth parting. But whatever she might have been ready to say died as I covered her lips with mine.
Mila moaned into my mouth and pushed up onto her toes, pressing closer.
I curved an arm around her waist, pulling her so close, not even air separated us.
She reached for my shoulders, and I felt the press of her fingernails biting through my shirt.
I wanted to feel justher– no barriers.
Pulling back, I reached for the hem of her tank top, staring into her eyes as I slowly dragged it upward.
Dropping the shirt to the floor, I caught her hips and backed her up against the wall. She angled her head up to mine, licking her lips. I didn’t kiss her though. Putting my mouth on her neck, I sought out the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder, raking it with my teeth, then sucking a patch of skin into my mouth.
The sound of her moaning hit my ears and made my cock pulse.
There was nothing like the sound of her as I brought her pleasure. I hadn’t thought I’d get another chance like this, and I was damn well going to make the most of it.
Her tongue slid against mine, rubbing over it in a familiar dance that still somehow managed to be new. The taste of her, the taste that had haunted my dreams for the past few weeks, was once more mine to enjoy.
I cupped her hips in my hands, the feel of her soft, supple curves imprinted on my psyche.
The denim skirt was an annoyance though. It kept me from feeling her naked skin pressed to mine. Reaching for the button on the waistband, I popped it free, then dragged down the zipper.
She wiggled her hips, and the skirt fell away, leaving her clad in just a bra and panties.
She grabbed the hem of my shirt. “Now you,” she demanded.
I caught her wrists and dragged them over her head before taking her mouth again.
Her slim, soft form shuddered, and I felt the vibrations of it all the way to my toes.
