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 ...