It’s almost too much. Too goddamn perfect.
Pushing into her, I take more, bending down and trying to steal as much as I can.
Miller’s hands are over my shoulders. She scrapes her nails against my skin in the most electric way, before pulling at the ends of my hair as if she equally can’t get enough.
“Fuck, Kai,” she whispers against me, her hands roaming with appreciation. “More.”
I couldn’t tell you the last time I felt this way. Wanted. Desired.
Touched and taken care of.
Bodies are passing us on the dark stairwell, but I couldn’t care less. I surge my hips into hers, pushing her into the wall, our mouths frantic as Miller slings a leg over my thigh to get me closer.
Goddamn, the cradle of her hips is perfect for mine.
I push into her, my dick painfully hard and searching for friction even if it’s only from some denim.
She’s so pretty. So shockingly willing.
I thought she’d fight me, battle me for control, but Miller is compliant.
So fucking compliant when I cup her ass and pull her other leg around my hip as well, her ankles crossing behind my back.
Her head falls back against the wall, exposing that slender throat, and I take the opportunity to lick down the column, biting on the delicate skin.
“God yes,” she moans.
I suck and lick across her collarbone, tracing my tongue over the tattooed lines that meet her skin there.
“Fitting, Miller.” I kiss my way over her jaw, finding her ear and biting it between my teeth. “You taste sweet. Like a goddamn dessert.”
She swivels her hips, rubbing her pussy and making me grow impossibly harder.
I wonder if her pussy will taste as sweet as the rest of her.
Taking her mouth again, she moans sweet little sounds into my kiss, and that sound only deepens when I sweep my tongue inside again.
I know it’s possessive and greedy, but that’s exactly how I feel right now.
I want her. I want her for a lot longer than she plans on being here, and if there’s any part of her that’d be willing to want me in return, I’ll be selfish as fuck and take her.
Her body stills, and as if she can read my mind, she whispers against my lips. “Kai.” She adds a soft kiss on my lips, pulling back to look at me. “I’m leaving soon.”
Searching her face, I see it. The gentle reminder for me not to get attached because she isn’t. She’s giving me an out if I can’t handle her, this. More than this.
Like a bucket of cold water, it works.
I’m worried about my son getting attached and I’m over here dreaming up ridiculous scenarios from a fucking kiss.
Exhaling, my forehead drops to hers, my eyes screwing shut with regret. I get her back on her feet as she searches my face, looking for my response to her words.
“I need to go back to the hotel and check on Max.”
A defeated exhale escapes her lips, but she nods and follows me out of the bar.
Chapter 16
Miller
The elevator ride is silent up to our rooms. My lips are still tingling; my mind is still racing. I want him to pin me against this cold, metal wall and make me feel just how he did back at the bar, but the fact that my small reminder was enough to have him pulling away tells me it can’t happen again.
I felt it in the way he kissed me because I’ve never been kissed like that—longed for. Needed. And I knew I had to give him the opportunity to take it all back if he couldn’t handle more.
As my dad warned me, Kai gets attached, but I . . . I don’t.
We stand at our respective room doors, each of us taking our time pulling out our key cards.
“So . . .” Kai finally blurts.
“So . . .”
There’s a light tug at the corner of his lips, a bit of a stain from my lipstick there too, but he keeps his eyes down on the card in his hand, twirling it between his fingers. “Thanks for a fun night.”
I huff a laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
That handsome smile is now directed at me. “It was nice to remember the old me for a second.”
More like it was nice for him to remember he doesn’t want to go back to the life he had before Max.
He holds the card to the door, blue eyes regretful. For the kiss? Maybe. Because he can’t separate himself from his responsibilities and allow himself a selfish moment of fun? Possibly.
“Night, Mills.”
“Goodnight, Kai.”
He lingers in the hall until I go inside and once my door is shut, I hear his close seconds later.
I wash my face. I brush my teeth. I replay the evening in my mind over and over. That’s not how I wanted his first night out to go. I wanted him to love every minute of it, to feel light without the pressure of responsibilities.