Was I? I didn’t feel cold. I just felt…alive. Like my dreams were morphing into reality. “Then maybe you should warm me up.”
“I’m not even supposed to be touching you.” But his thumbs had hooked under the waistband of my panties, like he was dying to lower them. Dying to touch me.
And God, I wanted him to touch me. “We’re free now. We can do whatever we want.” I stared at him, daring him to make the first move.
“And what do you want?” His eyes searched mine. Like I held all the power here. But I didn’t. I was already too far gone.
“You. I want you.”
Runaway - Chapter 29
Thursday
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips back to his. It’s like those were the exact words he needed to hear. I’d say them to him forever.You. I want you. You, you, you. I want you, Miller.
I wasn’t even sure how it happened, but we fell to the rug in front of the fire. Him pressed on top of me.
It was like the months apart made it impossible to be close enough to him. My fingers slid under his shirt, tracing the contours of his abs. I remembered staring at him as we ran together. I’d been desperate to touch him even then.
He leaned back and pulled his shirt off. And then his mouth was back on mine. He was devouring me again. Just like he had outside when I asked him to kiss me.
I reached down and felt his erection through his jeans.
He groaned into my mouth.
He didn’t stop me as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. God, I couldn’t get close enough. I needed his skin against mine. I needed him inside of me. I needed to remember what it felt like to be loved. But before I could reach into his boxers, he moved.
He kissed down my stomach and nipped my inner thigh with his teeth.
Oh, fuck.I wanted this. I wanted all of this. But right now? If I didn’t have him inside of me, I was going to explode. “Miller, please.”
He pulled my panties down and pressed his lips to my clit.
It wasn’t what I was asking for, but oh my fucking God. I felt my hips thrust up to meet his mouth. His tongue greedily stroked me. Faster and faster. He swirled around my wetness, practically grinding his face against my pussy.
I’d never experienced anything so hot in my life.
My fingers dug into his hair as his nose rubbed against my clit.
Yes. Just like that.
He moved his mouth back to my clit as he thrust his fingers inside of me. And his throat made this guttural noise, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Like he could never get enough.
And I broke.
My legs shook and my back arched as I pulled him closer. God I couldn’t get close enough to him.
I’d touched myself while thinking about him. I’d envisioned this moment. But this felt a million times better.
He placed one last slow stroke against my pussy and then kissed back up my stomach.
He stopped when he was eye level with me, putting his weight on his hands. “You came back to me.” He grabbed the center of my bra and pulled down, letting my breasts free. He groaned again.
My heart was racing so fast. I didn’t have any words. My mind was scrambled from what he’d just done.
“What am I going to do with you, Brooklyn Sanders?”
I felt tears welling in my eyes. I loved that he didn’t call me a Pruitt. He didn’t think I was a monster. He never had.
