Chapter Nineteen
Luke
It took me six months to get used to waking up in the same big bed every morning. Then, on the rare occasions I didn’t make it back to my house, coming to somewhere else entirely scared the shit out of me. I’d jump awake, heart pounding, and leg it home before I lost my bloody mind.
Waking up in Mia’s bed was different, perhaps because it was Gus’s house.Before she’d come home, I’d been a regular visitor.
Or maybe it was the silky, sweet-scented pillow I’d apparently made for myself on her abdomen.
Fuck.I started to push myself upright.
Soft, unyielding hands pushed me down. “Shh, baby.”
I looked up at her.
She smiled and wove her fingers into my hair. “It’s early.”
I lay back down, waiting for weirdness to hit me, butit didn’t, and the combination of her gentle hands and a vague hangover sent me back to sleep.
Sometime later I woke again, spooned up to her from behind, naked, morning wood pressed against her thigh, and my face buried in her hair.
We’d slept like lovers.
Perturbed, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling I’d helped Gus replace a few weeks before Mia had returned. He’dnever told me the rush to complete the final room in his house was for her, but when we’d got stuck into the decorating, perhaps I should’ve guessed. Green and pink—damn, I was such a fool.
I sighed and closed my eyes again, willing myself back to sleep so I didn’t have to admit defeat and sneak out of her bed, but rest wouldn’t come and anxiety crept up on me.
“Stop.”
“Hmm?” I openedmy eyes.
Mia was lying on her side, propped up on one hand, watching me.“Stop,”she repeated. “I can hear your mind going a thousand miles an hour even in my sleep.”
“Sorry. Did I disturb you?”
“No more than usual.”
Her impish grin made her seem seventeen all over again, and lightened the cloud I’d been unable to fight on my own.
I reached for her, couldn’t help it, and pulledher down on top of me, wrapping my arms around her so tight, but never tight enough.
She let me, and pressed her face into my neck briefly before running her nose along my jaw. The gesture was intimate, familiar, and one I had never forgotten. I opened my mouth to speak, but she tapped a finger to my lips. “Shh. Stop thinking.”
It was the third time she’d told me to stop and it was barelypast dawn, so I did as I was told and lay quietly while she wriggled out of my hold and set to work driving me slowly mad—as if I hadn’t been halfway there already. Light touches, kisses, bites. The bed sheets fell away, and she took me in her mouth until I couldn’t take a moment more without being inside her.
I hooked my hands under her shoulders and pulled her up the bed.
She gazed wickedlyat me from behind her thick lashes. “What do you want?”
“Ride me,” I ground out through laboured breaths. “The way you used to.”
Her smirk deepened to something more. She leaned down and kissed me, and as she lowered herself onto my dick, new heat sparked between us. This wasn’t just sex anymore, if it ever had been.
Mia gripped the bed frame and owned me, fucking me, as she stareddown, her gaze a riot of arousal and affection. It had a been a lifetime since she’d last looked at me that way. It was too much and not enough, and my head was in bits.
Except it wasn’t. My thoughts were fragments of half-finished epiphanies and aborted panic, but my mind was clear. This was her. This was me. And as long as I was at her mercy, nothing else mattered.
Mia caught my chin,forcing me to keep my eyes on her. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to—she was as caught up in this as I was. Her moans grew louder, and a beautiful flush stole over her alabaster skin. She ground down on me harder, and dug her nails into my jaw, her chest heaving. “Oh God, Luke. Why is it only you?”
