Diha's eyes were still squeezed shut. "Hm?"
Miles chuckled, the low rumble sinking into her skin causing her to shudder again.
"There's something I want to do." His sly tone penetrated the lust fog.
She managed to summon the strength to look down at him. She'd grown accustomed to the sexy, 007 spy Miles. The casual, more personal Miles was growing on her. But this? This mischievous, almost boyishly sly version of him was completely new. It was like a secret part of him and she was getting to see it.
"What?" she managed to get out.
"I think I'll show you."
Diha opened her mouth to demand details, but the sound turned into a yelp as he stood, lifting her with him. She clung to his shoulders, oddly very aware of her flats falling off her feet.
"On second thought, I might just stay like this," he mumbled from between her breasts.