CHAPTER 132

They reached for each other’s clothes as Mia dragged him toward the bedroom. She managed to get the buttons on his shirt undone and took a second to admire the smooth expanse of his chest as she ran her hands reverently over it. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and reached for hers. Mia leaned forward and ran her tongue over the solid mass of his left pec and up his neck. She could feel the throb of his pulse on her tongue and she shivered in anticipation.

He pushed her away so he could free her from her shirt and her bra and then fell to his knees in front of her. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he buried his face between her breasts and breathed her in.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled.

“Me or my ta-tas?”

He chuckled. “Ta-tas? You can say boobs, Mia. Or breasts. Tits work too.” He took a breath and sobered. “But I meant you,” he said looking up at her. “And these too, of course.” He looked back down at her breasts before cupping them and suckling one nipple