‘Pretty fucking badly.’ He leans across the pile of presents and cups my face, kissing me. ‘I’ve never seen anyone look hotter in a pair of pyjamas. I give them about three minutes before I take you up on your offer to make good use of you.’
Brushing teeth together seems like a sweet, couply thing to do until Miles stands behind me and presses his hardness against me, watching me in the mirror as we brush. His fingers slip inside my pyjama top and graze the top of my waistband. When I bend to spit, he groans.
‘Bed,’ he mumbles through a mouthful of toothpaste.
He’s waiting in bed for me when I’m done taking off my makeup, and it’s right up there with the best sights I’ve ever seen. Miles Montague, arms crossed lazily behind that fine head, his eyes on me as I join him in his bed. This is too much. He hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me right in towards him, and we stare at each other from inches away.
‘I love you.’ His fingers hover at the spot where my lapel meets my top button. ‘Now, for the love of God, can I please take these off?’
And I giggle and allow him to roll me onto my back as he straddles me and unbuttons my pyjama top.
‘There they are.’ His voice is as reverent as the expression on his face. ‘So beautiful. Thank you for saying yes to us, darling. The idea of being here tonight without you is unimaginable.’
‘I love you,’ I tell him as he bends and gently puts one nipple in his mouth. ‘There’s nowhere else on earth I want to be, apart from here with you.’ I run my hands down the sides of his top and tug it over his head, separating him briefly from my boob. ‘Lie on me. I want your weight on me. I want you all around me.’
He lowers himself down on top of me, and I wrap myself around him as tightly as I can.
My Miles.
The light tickle of his chest hair against my skin. The soft, wet slide of his mouth against my neck. The hardness of him between my legs. Apart from the slight difficulty breathing with a mass of muscle bearing down on my lungs, this is heaven.
‘Am I all around you enough?’
‘Nearly.’ My hand journeys down the satiny skin of his back and slips inside his pyjama bottoms, grabbing at the gorgeous curve of his ass. ‘I need you to fill me up, too.’
‘Whatever you say, gorgeous.’ He raises his hips so he can drag down both our pyjama bottoms and makes for the drawer of the bedside table door. I put an arm out to stop him.
‘You don’t need to. I’m on the pill, if you’re happy with that solution.’
‘I amveryhappy with that solution.’
Braced on one forearm, he guides himself to my entrance.Wet against wet. Brushes his tip up to where I’m most sensitive. My eyes close in bliss.
‘Look at you,’ he whispers. He pushes smoothly inside me as I widen my legs, and I get a fabulous double handful of his ass and guide him in as deep as I can.
This is what I need.
The best possible kind of overwhelm radiates through my chest at the sensation of fullness further down my body.
I open my eyes and find his beautiful mouth as he begins to move, his fingers squeezing between us so he can take me over the edge with him. I come in the best way possible: cocooned in Miles’ arms, his mouth on mine, his weight on me, filling me up inside.
I never want to leave this bubble.
And afterwards, when he’s cleaned us both up, and kissed me as if he can’t drag his mouth away, and helped me back on with my pyjamas in anticipation of an early morning visitor, he wraps me up in the cradle of his body.
‘Merry Christmas, baby,’ he says as I drift off to sleep. And this time, it feels like a promise.
A beginning.
CHAPTER 35
Saoirse: Saturday 25 December
Bea makes it through till after seven, which feels like a win.
‘Daddy!’ Her shrieks come through as she struggles with Miles’ bedroom door handle. ‘Daddy! It’s morning time! Father Christmas came!’
Miles is out of bed in a flash, bounding over to let her in and scooping her up in his arms.
