For now,I think, my stomach knotting up.Until something comes to fuck it up.
Chapter 19
Miles
Damn, I want this to be my life forever.
I adjust my arms behind my head and take in the sight of Georgia asleep in my bed. She’s on her stomach, one bare leg curled out of the sheet and bent at the knee, toes peeking over the mattress’s edge.
My gaze shifts down the smooth curve of her back to where the sheet rests on top of her. It barely covers her ass, and my dick twitches back to life.
I try to ignore it and watch the sun filter through the porthole. Everything about the moment is perfect, just like the curve of her shoulder, the faint freckle on her neck, the tension still in her jaw even as she dreams. The urge to brush my lips along her skin is almost too much to ignore.
She shifts in her sleep, mumbling something I can’t catch, and her hand lands blindly on my thigh, fingers searching. She does this every morning she’s in my bed, like a reflex, as if she needs to confirm I’m still there and haven’t vanished in the night.
Maybe she’s more like me than I thought.
I let her find me, and when her palm grazes my hip, she relaxes. She sighs, body melting into the mattress, and I feel myown muscles unclench in response. It’s only been a week since Savannah, and we all had the big talk.
But it’s been heaven.
She wakes a few minutes later, blinking slowly at the ceiling before rolling over. “Morning,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, gorgeous.” My thumb drifts up her spine.
“You always wake up first.” She squints up at me, blue eyes still glazed over. “How long have you been watching me?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Long enough to be deeply, irreparably obsessed with you.”
She groans, hiding her face in the crook of my arm. “No one should be that charming before coffee.”
“I’ll try to be less charming. For you, I’ll make the sacrifice. Though I have to admit, it’s a pretty strong compliment, given my reputation.”
She snorts and stretches her whole body. The sheet drops away, exposing both breasts and the ridge of her hip bone. I can’t help but stare. She’s got the kind of body that makes you want to take your time, even when you’re starving.
“You’re drooling, Miles,” she hums, tracing her fingertip along my jaw.
“You’re beautiful,” I answer, turning to catch her finger with my lips, kissing it.
She pushes up on one elbow, hair falling forward, and gives me a slow, lazy smile. “Are you gonna do something about it, or what?”
I grin. “Perhaps.”
She bites her lip, and her hand starts moving down my torso, tracing the lines of my abs, and then the trail of hair leading to my cock. “You’re so sexy,” she whispers, dropping her hand. Her fingers curl around me, and I’m already hard just from looking at her.
I let out a slow breath. “What would you like this morning?”
She bites her lip. “I want you to take your time.”
“You got it.”
I roll her onto her back, and she drags her hands over my shoulders, pulling me down to her mouth. Her lips are so damn soft. Her thighs part for me automatically, her calves curling around my waist and holding me there.
I kiss her everywhere. Her mouth, her jaw, and pause at the place beneath her ear, where I can feel her heartbeat. I suck one perfect nipple between my teeth and tease her until she writhes against me, her nails digging lines into my shoulders.
I use my fingers first, sliding them along her pussy, already wet for me. I use one finger, then two, then just the tip of my tongue until she’s a mess of gasps and half-formed pleas.
“Miles, why are you so fucking good at this?” she whines, her fingertips tracing my skin.
