Mile High (Windy City, #1)

by Liz Tomforde

“I need you to be comfortable with me.” “I am,” she quickly blurts out. “I am.” “Well, then we need to get some things straight.” Her throat moves in a deep swallow from my words. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. I don’t often wait that long for the things I want, but seeing you naked in my bed with this”—I cup my hand over her wet panties—“ready for me...fuck. I can’t wait to fuck you. But I’m not going to do it if you keep talking shit about your body.” “I didn’t say anything—” “In here.” I lightly tap the side of her head. I watch as guilt forms on her features. “You’re mine tonight, and all I see is this insanely sexy body ready for me. These tits”—I take a handful—“that I want to bury my face in all night. These thighs”—I squeeze the underside of one—“that I would love nothing more than to use as cheek warmers. And this”—I dip my fingers into the soaked lace fabric—“this pussy that is so fucking warm and wet.” Sliding a finger between her folds, I slip it inside her, causing Stevie’s back to arch and a whimper to leave her throat. “This is all mine tonight,” I continue. “And I’m not going to let you talk shit about what’s mine. So, I’m going to need you to stop, or we aren’t doing this.” Stevie doesn’t answer, nerves evident on her face. I push my erection into her leg, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m not kidding, Stevie. I’ll go take care of this myself, just as I have countless times over the last few weeks if you don’t start being nice to you...