Chapter 17

With his hands full of her ass, he charged for the stairs. When she skimmed her lips across his bare shoulder and started kissing her way up his neck, his gait turned to a run.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned.

“I already know you’re going to burn me.”

Her whisper shuddered down his spine. No doubt she’d leave him some blisters of her own. If she didn’t realize that, she was either delusional or totally unaware of her own appeal.

Climbing the stairs took for-fucking-ever. When he finally reached the landing, he was out of breath—not from exertion but from his weeping cock rubbing the molten heat between her legs. When she sank her teeth into his shoulder, then lapped at the spot with her little tongue, he was damn near ready to crawl out of his skin.

“Brea…”

“Hmm… You have this hint of salt. I want to know if the rest of you tastes like that.”

At the image of her mouth all over him, One-Mile picked up his pace toward his bedroom, meltin