I fumble, trying to rid him of his pants while we kiss messily.
He pulls back enough for me to shove his jeans and boxers over his hips. I give him a slow, firm stroke, my thumb catching the precum leaking from his tip.
A breath hisses through his teeth.
He reaches for his wallet on the coffee table, pulls out a condom, and hands it to me. He’s hard and hot, and when I stroke him again, his hips jerk.
“Fuck, Summer—” His head falls back.
I lean in and press a kiss to his neck as I roll the condom down him.
He puts me where he wants me, my butt at the edge of the couch. I lean back into the cushions, and he follows me down, positioning himself between my thighs. He pushes my legs up until my knees meet my chest, opening me wide for him. The raw exposure of the position makes my pulse jump.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
I do.
His eyes are half-lidded, but his pupils are blown wide. I could get addicted to the way he’s looking at me right now. He pushes in slowly, his focus locked on me the entire time.
I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, the way he fills me.
“Okay?” he asks, voice strained.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He starts to move. Long, deep thrusts that make my eyes want to roll back. But he won’t let me look away. “Stay with me, honey.”
The words land differently than he means them, like he’s asking for more than my attention.Or maybe that’sexactlyhow he means them.
I want to. God, I want to stay. Not just tonight. Or tomorrow. Or the day after.
But I can’t promise that.
So I give him what I can.
I hold his gaze as he moves inside me, as his breathing roughens, as his control slips away. He laces our fingers together and pins my hands above my head. “So fucking perfect.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans into my neck.
“Summer—” My name sounds like a curse and a blessing.
His rhythm falters. Gets more urgent. More desperate.
“I need—” He breaks off, jaw clenched.
He releases my hands, and my nails rake down his back. “Tell me.”
“You.”
The word sets off that quick drum in my chest.
I love you.
The thought comes unbidden, not for the first time tonight, and so goddamn true it steals my breath.
I love him.
My throat gets tight, and my eyes sting. Miles grounds me with a kiss, deep and claiming, and I return it like I can make him understand everything I’m not ready to say.
