Fuck, I don’t want to stop kissing her. She’s like a drug I’m becoming addicted to. And those sweet moans coming from the back of her throat heat every cell in my body.

“We need to stop,” she says, breaking the kiss breathlessly.

As she moves her feet, she tumbles and almost falls down, but I catch her. Our eyes meet and the flare in hers mirror the flame burning inside mine.

Thirteen

Claire

My gaze slowly slides up Miller’s hard body until it lands on his handsome face. He stares at me with the same intensity he did on the dance floor. His breathing hitches just like mine. It’s as if we’re trying to enjoy the last minutes together before we have to go our separate ways.

He places his hands on my cheeks, our gazes connect. For a slow second, we connect our souls, and I see everything inside him. An array of emotions swirl inside me. As if my life is about to change.

My heart beats so fast as he kisses me tenderly. I need him inside me. I need this more than I need my next breath.

I need him.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Claire,” he says hoarsely. “I’ve been fantasizing about the ways I’ll have you tonight. Wondering if you’re wearing any underwear, or if I can just lift the skirt of your dress and dip my finger into your pussy.”

My entire body reacts to the way he looks at me, the way he speaks. I’m speechless and needy. A long moment passes before I push down the spaghetti strap and let the dress fall onto the floor.

He licks his lips. “I love you naked, but you look fucking beautiful in lace,” he rasps. “I want you so fucking much, Claire.”

“I want you too,” I respond breathlessly.

Miller steps closer to me, and my heart pounds as he drinks me in with his eyes. I watch his long, strong body with the same hunger he’s watching mine.

“You’re a little overdressed for the occasion, Mr. Archer,” I say with a sultry voice.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ms. Solis?” He sucks in a breath as I unbutton his shirt, slowly, my fingers grazing his skin.

“Do I have an effect on you, sir?” I ask.

My gaze is locked on him as I set my hands on his strong, naked chest, moving them upward and taking his shirt off. Then I tug his shorts all the way to where the V muscles are covered by his slacks. His cock springs free in my face.

I stare at it intently. There’s something about this man that makes me want to push everything further, like suck his cock down my throat and swallow every drop. I kneel in front of him.