Once Upon a Sure Thing (Page 28)

And I’m hovering on the edge.

“You’re so turned on for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Another finger joins, sliding through all that slickness, and stars flicker before my eyes. I think I could come in seconds.

He dips his face to my thigh and licks my skin. The sounds I make shock me. I’ve never whimpered like this in my life. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

I never knew my Miller could do this to me—make me quiver. Make me practically sob with longing. Tightness threads through me, a pulsing need to be taken.

“Have you wanted me too?” His breath is hot on my skin, and already I’m in some other world, some world where truth and desire are unleashed like wild beasts running free. Have I wanted him? Hell, yes. But I’ve denied it. I’ve shoved it away. I’ve hidden it.

Now, as his lips skate so close to where I want him most, I don’t deny.

I confess.

“I’ve wanted you so much.” Words burst from my lips. “I want you to lick me and eat me and make me come on your mouth.”

A groan seems to rip from his throat as he licks a line up my center like he’s finishing the last taste of the most decadent dish he’s ever had.

I’m wrecked. Completely wrecked.

He moans as he kisses me. He growls as he widens my legs farther. And his eyes fall shut in a look of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever imagined on a man. As he licks me, the pleasure electrifying, a truth hits me.

I’ve imagined him.

I pictured this that day back at the hobby shop, when he teased me about ribbons. I’ve flirted with it well before then too. But I always found a way to hide it.

There’s no hiding anymore as Miller covers me with his mouth.I try to lift my hands, but I can’t. “I want to wrap my hands in your hair and pull you close,” I murmur.

He opens his eyes, winking as he flattens his tongue and licks, flicking the tip of it against my swollen center. I’m keenly aware of the ticking clock, racing perilously close to my exit hour. But I’m aware, too, of every exposed nerve ending, every inch of skin, every rippling wave of heat as Miller goes down on me.

I can’t grab him like I want, can’t yank him closer, but I can arch my back, lift my hips, and thrust against his face.

Oh God, I’m fucking Miller’s face.

And it’s filthy and divine.

I can’t stop. Won’t stop. I love the stubble scratching me, I love his lips on me, and I love everything about his wild abandon. As I rock up, he grips my thighs tight, devouring me like he promised. Pulses of pleasure ricochet through me until I’m there.

I chase down bliss, and then I find it. I come undone on his lips, so magnificently that my noises have to be audible across town.

And I don’t care.

When I manage to open my eyes, Miller’s standing, stroking his hard cock. It’s like an iron spike.

“Look what you do to me, baby. When you leave I’m going to take care of this again.”

“I wish I could stay for that,” I say.

He bends to me, brushing his lips against my cheek. I murmur contentedly as endorphins wash over me, a beautiful wave cresting endlessly. He reaches my ear and kisses the earlobe. “I meant every word, Ally. I’ve wanted you for so long, and you taste better than cherries.”

I shiver from the sheer sensuality of his words, but the stark truth scares me. I’m not sure what to do with all this want we’ve unleashed. What happens to it when our friends-with-benefits deal inevitably ends?

Because arrangements like this always end.

Maybe that’s why I can speak the truth.

“I’ve wanted it too,” I admit, since there’s no point holding back. The cat’s out of the bag when it comes to our lust—might as well embrace the truth while we reap the rewards.

There’s no time to linger though, since I have to be downtown, so I rush to clean up and get dressed. Two minutes later, I’m standing by the door, grabbing my bag and coat. Miller’s towel is back in position, and I want to rip it off again.

“We didn’t work on the song,” I say playfully.

“Such a shame.”

“Send it to me tonight? We’re booked for some time in the studio tomorrow afternoon.”

“It’s an easy arrangement. You’ll have it down in no time,” he says, punctuated by a rumble in his stomach that makes me laugh.

“Hungry much?”

He pats his flat abs. “That’s what happens when you have dessert first.”

I join in the ab-patting party. Because . . . why not? I slide my hand over his belly. “You better eat, hot stuff.”

He shrugs happily. “Want company picking up Chloe? I can get ready quickly.”

His request throws me, and I don’t answer right away.

He furrows his brow.

“Well, it’s just that I’m taking Chloe and a friend out,” I say.

“I don’t mind.”

But the funny thing is . . . I do. And I’m not sure why, but maybe because tonight feels different than last night. Yesterday was an unexpected and fantastic exploration. Today was deliberate. I need to wrap my head around how to balance bandmates, friends with benefits, and the unusual role Miller plays in Chloe’s life.

I need to do that before the lines blur any more.

I wince, wringing my hands. “I feel like she’ll know we were doing something.”

“She’s eleven.”

“That means she knows basic stuff.”

He holds up his hands in surrender and fixes on his toothpaste smile. “No worries. I have tons of stuff to do here, actually,” he says, gesturing grandly to his living room.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, then raise my chin. “I just need to figure out all this . . . stuff.”

Yes. Stuff. That’s a euphemism if I’ve ever used one.

“Go,” Miller says, flashing me his winning grin.

“Bye,” I whisper, then rise up on tiptoe to cup his cheeks and kiss his lips. He’s tense for a sliver of a second, then I feel him melt against me, sighing into my mouth.

I want to hold on to this feeling, but more than that, I want to know what the hell to do with it.

Chapter 23

Ally

Hailey swishes her chicken satay into the peanut sauce, then takes a bite. “And did you see when Maddie tried to switch things up with her sister?”

Chloe’s eyes twinkle as they dissect the latest episode of their favorite show. “And it worked. Until the disco ball fell down. Oops!”

The girls laugh in tandem, then Chloe scoops up some pad thai noodles with her chopsticks, smiling the whole time.

Hailey’s eyes pop out, cartoon-style, and she points as if she’s spotted a unicorn trotting down Broadway. “Oh my God, you can use chopsticks! I want to learn.”

Chloe tips her head to me. “Ally taught me. They’re so easy once you know how to do it.”

Hailey grabs her chopsticks and thrusts them in my direction, batting her eyes. “Teach me, please.”

“Of course. It’s easy-peasy.” I can see why Chloe likes Hailey. The pixie blonde is animated and full of positive energy.

I teach her the basics, and a few minutes later, she’s clumsily twirling noodles into her mouth.

“You’re amazing,” she says to me. “You’re like the mom on Girls Rule. She’s super cool too.”

That’s high praise, so I smile and say thank you. As they return to the issue of whether Maddie should let a new drummer into their all-girls band, my mind wanders to my own bandmate. To how Miller looked so hurt, then tried to cover it up so valiantly.