Miller wrenches his mouth off mine. “Sorry,” he breathes. He shoves me up against the cabinets, so I’m the one who’s sitting back against them and he’s straddling my outstretched legs, stroking my neck and shoulders, kissing my cheeks. “Is this okay?” I answer by kissing his mouth. I don’t know how good I am at this, but I love how soft his lips feel. The moment his tongue laps against mine—fire.
