Chapter 159: Diha

Diha's imagination was all too ready to supply her with ideas.

Miles pulled her to him, kissing the side of her neck where she was most sensitive. She gasped and took a stumbling step toward him, only to get caught up in her clothes.

Miles chuckled, wrapped his arms around her and lifted.

Diha didn't quite yelp this time, though she wasn't exactly prepared for it.

"Wrap your legs around me," he said in a sinfully sexy voice.

What else could she do?

He turned and in a few strides her back was to the bathroom wall, her chest pressed to his and her legs wound around his hips.

"Mm, you always smell so good," he said against her neck.

"Me? I swear I smell you everywhere."

Gently, he nipped at her. "Good."

He took her hands and held them both up over her head. The only thing keeping her suspended was the intimate press of his body.