Page 93 of Mile High Ruin

The dressing at my side remains clean.

Satisfied, she looks up again. Then her gaze moves lower. I know exactly when she sees the shape of my cock straining against my trousers because her lips part slightly.

I enjoy that reaction far too much.

“Problem?” I ask.

Her eyes snap back to mine. “You are extraordinarily smug.”

“I asked a question.”

“No problem.”

I step closer. “Good.”

She backs into the edge of the bed. I push her gently down, and she lands among the white sheets and looks up at me, hair finally escaping completely from its knot.

I have never seen anything more inviting.

I remove her shoes first. Then her skirt. Sloane watches me slide it down her legs, her thighs pressing together when the fabric clears her knees. I run my palms slowly up her calves, over her knees, then higher along the soft inside of her thighs. She trembles.

“Open your legs.”

Her eyes flash. “Still ordering me around?”

“Yes.”

She should argue.

Instead, her knees fall apart.

My mouth goes dry. The thin fabric between her thighs is visibly wet. I run one finger over it, and Sloane jerks.

“Oh.”

I do it again. Slowly.

Her hips lift toward my hand.

“Vadim.”

“You are very wet.”

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself.”

“I’m pleased.” I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and pull them down.

She watches me, a flicker of uncertainty now in her gaze. I bend and press my mouth to the inside of her knee, then move higher in an unhurried line, letting my lips travel over the soft skin of her thigh while I keep one hand wrapped around her leg and the other resting lightly at her hip.

She’s tense beneath me, not with fear but with anticipation, and every time my mouth moves closer to where she wants me, her breathing changes just enough to tell me she is losing patience.

I could end the distance between us immediately.

I don’t.

I kiss the sensitive crease where her thigh meets her body, then turn my head and drag my mouth along the other side, close enough that she feels my breath against her pussy without giving her what she’s waiting for.

Her fingers twist into the sheets. “Vadim,” she purrs. My name has never sounded so good to me before.