“I’m proud of you for today,” I say, lower now. “And thank you, again. For putting up with me, even when I’m not at my best.”
Her mouth tips, sad and small. “You were protecting yourself.”
“Maybe. Doesn’t make it right.”
My hand moves to her jaw, thumb feathering just below her ear. Mya leans into it and I move forward. When she doesn’t step away, I close the gap. The first touch of my mouth on hers is careful, testing the weight of this new shape we’re taking. Mya exhales into the kiss, and something in my chest unclenches.
I kiss her again, a little surer this time. The tension of the day spills out of me and meets everything she’s been holding onto. Her fingers gather at my nape.
When her lips part for me, I go slow. Deep.
We break just long enough to breathe, foreheads touching, noses brushing. She lets out a small, helpless sound, and I take it for what it is and find her mouth again.
The kiss changes, heat catching like a match. Between each breath, each brush of her mouth, the words tear loose before I can swallow them.
“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I murmur, lips skimming hers. “If ‘just for now’ is all I get, I’ll take it.”
Mya makes a sound, like a protest.
“I want to use the time we have,” I whisper against her lower lip. “All of it. I want you, even if it’s only?—”
Her eyes go glossy, throat working like she’s about to object. Instead, she surges up and kisses me harder, pulling me closer, as if proximity is the only thing that will keep her together. I answer in kind, but there’s no mistaking the urgency threading through it, the plea to feel what’s already true.
“Mya,” I breathe, tasting the tremble of her inhale.
“Don’t,” she whispers back, shaking her head a fraction. “Not right now.”
I turn us around and back her up against the bed, letting her fall onto the mattress.
“I need to taste you, Kitten. Please.”
I’ve resorted to begging—because Mya-fucking-Dessen-Jones has me whipped.
And I’m in love with her.
Whether or not I get to keep her after doesn’t change that fact.
Mya nods, and I pull on the hem of her pants, slipping them down her smooth, long legs, letting my fingers trail over herskin. She gasps as I kiss my way up her thighs. When I get to her mound, I bury my nose in her thong and breathe in long and deep.
Fuck.
This woman is my undoing.
“You smell like mine, Mya,” I say, nipping at her clit through the fabric. “And I can’t get enough.”
“Worth, I-I… Ah!” She’s unable to get the words out as I push her panties to the side and close my mouth around her delectable pussy.
I lap my tongue around her clit, enjoying the way each stroke elicits a whimper out of her, and decide I’ve had enough of her thong being in the way. I rip it in one pull.
Mya’s upper body lifts off the bed. “Worth Miller!” she scolds, despite her voice trembling with need. “At this rate, I won’t have any underwear left!”
I don’t take my mouth off her as I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet and fishing out my credit card. I throw it at her, just as I suck her clit into my mouth, and her back arches off the bed.
“2411,” I mutter.
“What?”
“2411 is the pin.”