In this scene, Miller and Holt have left Charisma for Miller's apartment. I think the rest is self-explanatory. Enjoy! Then visit the other authors on the hop, whose links follow my tale!
Slowly but surely, the blond unfastened every button
on Miller’s shirt. As each bit of bare flesh was revealed, he kissed it,
tenderly. The care he took with Miller’s disrobing was without a doubt the
sexiest thing Miller had ever seen in his life, and it took his breath away.
Passion and desire flamed together inside of him, creating something new,
something unrecognizable.
And what was he saying that sounded suspiciously
like mine?
Finished with the buttons, the shirt was gently
removed and allowed to flutter to the floor. The blond turned his attention to
Miller’s jaw line, kissing a slow tender trail along his neck. Miller felt his
skin warm at the contact, a white-hot heat that did not burn. He found himself
turning his head to allow for better access. The blond’s tongue sucked lightly
at the tender hollow just beneath Miller’s collarbone. Miller’s nostrils filled
with the scent of the other man. A most intoxicating bouquet, earthy and musky,
with slightly floral undertones, like freshly pressed wildflowers. The
earthiness reminded him of the sensual aroma of cumin. Somehow he knew he’d
never look at that particular spice in the same way again.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” the blond suggested,
casting an incredibly sexy, half-lidded look up at Miller. It took him half a
second to react as a strong shiver coursed through him, but Miller managed to
nod, and once again he was lifted up in those powerful arms, this time carried
the short distance to the bed and gently laid upon it. He leaned over Miller,
nuzzling Miller’s neck. Miller took advantage of his proximity to plunge his fingers
into his honey blond hair, marveling at the soft texture. The blond drew back,
and Miller’s hand flopped back to the bed, empty.
“Soon,” he promised, as if sensing Miller’s
disappointment, and the smile he gave Miller was dazzling. He turned his attention
to finishing what he’d started, this time beginning at the bottom, with
Miller’s feet. He carefully removed Miller’s dress shoes and they joined the
shirt, followed by his socks. Next, Miller’s belt was unbuckled and unthreaded
from the loops, before he turned his attention to the zipper, against which
Miller’s erection bulged, begging for release. The blond’s fingers were gentle
as he undid the single button, then pulled on the zipper, careful not to catch
the fabric beneath in their teeth.
“Raise your hips,” he directed, and Miller obeyed,
which facilitated the removal of his trousers, and then his dark blue boxers.
And now Miller lay completely naked, exposed to the
view of this exquisite man. One of them was definitely overdressed, and it
wasn’t him.
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