You can have it all.
I’m yours.
Don’t go.
All thought leaves me when her hand slides between us, gripping me over my boxer-briefs. I groan as she slips beneath the fabric and strokes me.
My hips jerk forward.
“That feels—” I start, but her fist twists over the head, and I lose my words. “Fuck, honey. So good.”
She releases me to push the fabric down. I help, kicking them off completely. Her hand is back on me immediately, strokingbefore she grips me and runs the head of my cock through her wetness.
Every muscle in my body tenses with the effort not to push into her. Not to connect us so deeply that we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
I shake off the thought when she says my name, breathy and wanton.
“I need you,” she whines.
“I’ve got you.”
It’s the truth. Not just in this moment, in this bed—but in all things, foralltime. Even when our time runs out, and this becomes nothing but a memory. Or maybe, impossibly, if we…
I can’t finish the thought.
So I don’t. I kiss her instead, hoping her sweet mouth will chase away everything else. When I ease back, it’s only far enough to speak against her lips, “Let me taste you.”
“Not now.” She’s breathless. “Make—fuck me, baby.”
The endearment slips off her tongue and weaves into me in a way I know I’ll never dig out.
“Okay.” I grab a condom from my nightstand. My hands shake as I tear it open.
For once, I’m glad I keep them there, despite never having a woman in my bed. Like some part of me knew she was coming.
Summer watches, eyes glazed with lust, as I roll it on. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and the thought of how it feels on me has me nearly losing all control.
I settle between her thighs, and her legs hook behind my back, pulling me closer. I cover her body with mine, bracing on my elbows but keeping her close. Arms hooked under her shoulders, anchoring her to me.
She traces the seam of my mouth, and when our tongues connect, it’s all heat and need and something more I can’t name. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of this. Of her.
I push into her slowly. Inch by inch. She’s so tight, so warm, so perfect that everything gets swallowed whole—my breath, my thoughts, the hollow ache that’s lived in my chest for years.
Then it’s all filled withher.
I thrust into her, working my hips in a slow rhythm.
“Miles.” My name sounds like a plea and a warning.
Then her mouth falls open on a silent cry. She clenches around me so tight, I have to grit my teeth, fighting not to follow her.
“You’re good for my ego, Starling.” I kiss her pouty lips.
“That’s never happened before,” she defends.
Jealousy twists in my gut at the thought of her with someone else. I shove it down. “Mm-hmm. You got another one for me?”
She explores my chest, hands running up my sides and over my pecs. When her thumbs ghost over my nipples, I thrust deeper.
