Myles groaned, fisted the sides of my t-shirt, and pushed our bodies impossibly close together. “Fuck, how I yearn for you, Rina,” he rasped, then gently bit my bottom lip. “How my very soulachesfor yours because I can’t get you close enough. I canbreathe you in right now, but it’s still not enough. I can feel your heat against me, but I still want more. I can hear your heartbeats in sync with mine, but I still want them to be louder, faster. The more you give me, the more I’ll want, and the more you take from me, the more I’ll want to give you. Baby…” He kissed me slowly, almost delicately. “You’re my everything; you’re my fucking sanctum. You lift me up and make me whole, and when my words waver against my feelings for you, you know just how to bring me back to myself. I’m so grateful for you, and my God, I love youso much.”
We kissed again, not only because we loved each other, but also because everything he’d said, he’d said it for the both of us. He’d mirrored my conviction and feelings perfectly, and I knew for sure that if I ever ran out of signs, Myles would know just what to say to make things meaningful for us both.
I grazed my tongue over his lower lip and pulled away, and when he smiled lazily at me, I let go of a breath and signed,I may not have words, but everything that I do have is yours. You complete me in ways no one ever has, or ever will. You have changed my outlook on life and hope ever since you walked into my life, Myles, and I can only hope that I’ll continue to be enough for you – enough for you to want to stay forever.
“Rina…” He swallowed and took my hands in his before pressing sound kisses on the inside of my wrists. “You’ll always be enough – so muchmorethan just enough. You’re a damn blessing to me, and I promise to never take you or your humanity for granted.” He tapped my chest first, then his, stretched up the index and middle fingers of both of his hands, and orbited them around each other once before bringing them together in an X to say,You are my universe.
And you are mine, I signed.Slightly crazy and highly awkward sometimes, but still mine.
Myles chuckled. “Good, because I wouldn’t belong anywhere else anyway. I like myself here, with you in my arms, and me ogling you with absolutely no shame whatsoever,” he said.
I laughed because he was right, and then, I kissed him yet again because I just couldn’t help it.
And also because I loved him so much that the instinct was pretty much natural.
39. He Tastes Good
Iwas standing by the door and bouncing on my feet as I waited for him. I was tingling with anticipation, and all but squealed when my phone vibrated in my hand.
Beauty:Knock-knock.
Myles knewAvôhad already left for some golf session with his friends, but because theknock-knocktext had become our thing, I looked forward to getting it from him rather than having him ring the doorbell.
I flung the door open, pulled Myles inside by the collar of his black leather jacket, and rose on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.
He shut the door and moaned against me, but I quickly pulled back and let him take off his boots so that I could drag him into the kitchen.
Once inside, I turned and looked at him, and all but came in my jeans when he grinned at me.
I’d never seen him in a leather jacket, so excuse me for going nuts about the fact. And those faded jeans he was wearing? Yeah, they were doingeverythingfor his thighs and my shameless eyes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” Myles said as he walked over to me.
I melted into his arms when he kissed me, but managed to grab the plate that was on the counter behind me.
I slowly pushed him back, and when he raised his brows at me, I presented him the massive Lofthouse cookie I’d made for him.
It was round, doughy, perfectly sweet, with an ample amount of pink buttercream frosting, and loads of sprinkles – just like Myles liked it.
His eyes widened when he saw the cookie. “Rina, you didn’t have to.” He looked at me. “You told me not to bring you a gift, so–”
I placed a finger on his mouth to shush him, then jerked my head at the cookie.
With a smile and a slight shake of his head, he grabbed it and took a massive bite of it. “Fuck,” he all but groaned. “It’ssogood, Rina.”
I chuckled as I set the plate aside, and, because I was feeling a little something-something after seeing him in a leather jacketandmoaning after eating the cookie I’d made him, I placed my hands on his arms and turned him around so that his back was to the inner counter.
“What’re you–” He stopped abruptly when I went on my knees before him.
“Rina…” His chest rose and fell at an unsteady rhythm. “You don’t–”
I shushed him, then signed,Eat, before unbuckling his belt.
He looked like he was in a daze as he swallowed, nodded, and then took another bite of the cookie.
I unzipped his jeans and pushed its flaps aside, put a hand behind the waistband of his underwear and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, then pulled him out before rising a little on my knees.
“Rina…” Myles sighed when I stroked him slowly – just once. He then grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and lifted it up.
