CHAPTER 4
JAKE
My face burned. I wanted to hate how good it felt, but every drag of his mouth had my breath faltering. And then he started moving lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, over the ridges of muscle.
“Wait—what are you—”
“Relax,” Miles said like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Miles—don’t—” I froze, my whole body going stiff when I realized where his mouth was heading.
He looked up, lips curved, wicked. “Don’t what?”
“You—you know what.” My throat was dry, my pulse thudding against my skin.
His smirk deepened. “You’ve never had anyone eat you out, have you?”
My breath hitched. “That’s—f**k, Miles, no—”
“Then let me be the first.”
“Miles—” My protest cracked when his hand spread me open like he owned every part of me. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He dipped h
