I stretched out beside her, the blanket barely softening the hard roof, and pulled her in close.
We lay shoulder to shoulder, her head tucked against me, my arm curling around her waist. The stars above us were brutal in their clarity, the kind of night sky that made you feel both infinite and small.
“Whatever happens,” she said softly, breaking the quiet, “don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“On us.”
She tilted her head, kissed me once. Not fire. Not urgent. This one felt like forever. And it undid me.
I deepened it, turning toward her, pulling her closer until her chest pressed flush against mine. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, dragging me with her as she shifted, rolling so I half-covered her.
The world narrowed to the heat between us, to the taste of her, to the way her breath hitched when my hand slid under her sweatshirt and found skin—warm, soft, real.
Her lips parted, inviting, and I lost myself there. “Mila…” My voice broke against her mouth.
She only answered by pulling me closer, legs tangling with mine, her body arching up.
We’d shared wild, desperate kisses before, but tonight, there was no rush. No panic. No edge of being caught. Just us, under the sky, nothing in the way.
Her hand skimmed down my chest, slipped beneath the hem of my shirt. My breath stuttered. She felt it, smiled against my mouth, and pushed further.
I braced myself on one hand, careful not to crush her, but she tugged harder, pulling me down until there was no space left.
The stars above us burned, the silver one cool against her throat as the chain shifted. My lips followed it, tracing down the line of her neck, across her collarbone, tasting the salt on her skin.
Her fingers fisted in my hair. A soft sound escaped her throat, raw and unguarded.
And then there were no more brakes.
Clothes pulled aside, skin against skin, the roof hard beneath us but none of it mattering because her warmth erased everything else.
Her eyes found mine in the starlight, wide, certain. “Luke,” she whispered.
I kissed her again, harder, and we crossed the line together.
The air between us thickened—heat and want coiled tight, the kind that burned slow before it combusted. Every inch of her drew me closer. My hands slid over her hips. Her breath caught, and she arched into me like she couldn’t get close enough. Mila was an addiction I couldn’t—wouldn’t—quit.
When her lips brushed across mine, going slow wasn’t an option. I deepened the kiss so it was both claiming and surrender tangled together, devouring her, invading her mouth until she moaned. Her heartbeat pounded against my chest, wild and certain, matching mine.
She whispered my name, and the sound hit low and hard in my chest. I answered with a promise against her skin, a rough sound that barely counted as words. Everything in me wanted to memorize her—every breath, every tremor, the way she gasped when I moved, and the way her fingers clutched my hair.
The world fell away until there was nothing but the two of us—her warmth under my hands, the scrape of the roof beneath the blanket, the cool rush of night air over overheated skin. Every movement blurred into the next, the rhythm between us tightening until there was no line left to cross.
I slid my fingers down her silky skin and brushed in a teasing caress over her small bundle of nerves. Met by her warm, wet heat, I slipped my finger in, my thumb circling her clit as I pumped inside her. She writhed beneath me, then I curled my finger until she gasped.
“Luke.”
Her throaty whisper wrapped around me, sending a rush of desperate need pulsing through me.
I reached for my jeans, fumbling for my wallet. Wrenched free from my pocket, I hastily retrieved a condom, tore the wrapper with my teeth, then sheathed myself. A slow, sensual grin curved her lips. I lined up at her entrance, straining to bury myself deep inside.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, urging me to move. I fed an inch in, and a whimper left her lips before I thrust deep inside. She clenched tightly around me as I withdrew almost to the tip before driving all the way in.
As we moved together, every flicker of her expression pulled me deeper. The way her head tipped back, the sound that caught in her throat—God, she was beautiful.
