Free Miah (Lane Brothers #2) by Kristina Weaver

around now isn’t great, especially now with his mind focused more on staying home and giving homeland the finger.
    He can afford to retire and consider his options, but I’m not sure having Jace and Jared running around town like two loose cannons is a good idea.
    “Yeah, anyway, like I was saying. Case is taking care of things on the ex-boyfriend end, and Jared is keeping things together on our end. All we need now is to keep Roman from getting himself killed and we should be okay.”
    I snort at that and turn back to watching the women and the two married asses in the family dote on their wives. Whipped, poor SOBs.
    “I’ll keep my eye on him, too, and hope that things come to a head sooner rather than later. You know how he gets when things move too slowly for his liking.”
    We start talking about some trivial shit after going over a few key points that I’ve been considering before I finally decide I’ve been patient enough and go get Clari from Ma’s greedy clutches.
    I may not be planning to make love to her tonight, but after the kiss that’s still burning through my blood, I’m not about to waste my time convincing myself that there isn’t more than one way to satisfy my urges.
    “Clari. Ma, we’re going to bed. Settle down, woman, she’s not leaving for the Kremlin. We’re just going upstairs.”
    ***
    Clara
    I know the minute that Miah comes over and all but sweeps me out of the living room that things are going to change tonight. I am so excited, it’s all I could do not to squirm the whole way up the stairs and into his room.
    I’ve been simmering on a low heat all night and practically vibrating under his constant stare since dinner ended and he released me to his mother for some girl time.
    Call me crazy, but having this man look at me all night as if he’s starving for only me is not easy to ignore, and now that I feel safe and okay with the universe again, I want to just jump into this thing with both feet and see where it’ll take me.
    We finally get upstairs and he closes the door.
    “You smell so good, babe. You always smell so good,” he growls, making me squirm when his face presses against my neck and I hear him inhale the scent of my skin.
    The intensity of the longing I feel from that one action is so much more than I felt even when Nick tried to pleasure me that I feel off-balance in under three seconds flat.
    Miah Lane is sex on legs and dangerous to my equilibrium. He’s doing nothing more than smelling my neck and I’m ready to rip all my clothes off so I can feel his hard, smooth skin pressed against mine.
    I’m about to do just that when he lifts his head and stares down at me intently.
    “You have no idea how much I want you, babe. No idea at all. But I won’t take you yet, not till you’re ready.”
                  “Miah.”
    “I want to take you under me and spend the whole night kissing you, though. Will you let me do that, Clari? Will you be a wild teenager with me and neck till we’re out of breath?” he growls, making my nipples bead at the thought of his mouth on mine all night.
    I’ve never necked with a guy, not even in those first months when Nick and I dated before going all the way. To him, it was a waste of time fooling around. He wanted to get to know each other, and then he decided that we should just go all the way.
                  With Miah, I feel no pressure, and believe me, I know how strange that sounds considering the man moved me into his house not twenty-four hours after informing me that he’s ready to give in and wants to date me.
                  “Clari? Babe, if I’m taking things too fast—”
    “Shut up and kiss me, Miah,” I cut in, grabbing on to his hair and pulling his mouth down to mine in a show of lust and confidence I’ve never felt in the bedroom.
    His mouth hits mine and he takes over the kiss I initiated, his strong arms wrapping around me and lifting me up into his body as his