Mouth parted, his head falls back to the headboard. “London...”
I think I know what he means. I feel it, too.
I—
The orgasm rips through me, and the moan that slips disintegrates to a sob and . . . “Oh fuck.”
“Good girl, beautiful, that’s it.”
His hips thrust up, sending him into me so deep.
I tighten around him, riding out every wave of pleasure he coaxes me through. Before I can catch my breath, I’m on my back, my hips in his hands as my ass leaves the bed. He thunders into me as my breasts bounce and another orgasm builds.
He’s stunning, every muscle in his body alive with exertion. Blue eyes pin me to the bed where I lie, desperation lining them like lightning through the wildest thunderstorm.
Gliding a hand down my leg, he moves it over his shoulder and picks up the pace. His hand drops to my center as he swirls a thumb over my clit.
Oh god.
I—
“Miles.”
I implode, shattering around him again.
He growls as he pumps hot ropes of release inside me, his jaw flexing. It’s all I can do to watch him unravel, his movements turning sloppy as his face is wrecked.
Lowering my body back down to the mattress, he cages me in, and we’re still joined as he dusts kisses up my chest and over my collarbone before my neck and then a peck lands on my lips.
Pushing up, he studies my face. “Christ, woman, look at you.”
My fingers trace his jaw. “I prefer my view, thanks.”
“Dammit, London. You have no idea how long I have waited for you to walk into my life.”
Emotion clogs my senses, and I scrunch up my throat. “Thanks for finally letting me in.”
He huffs a laugh and picks me up off the bed, huddling me to his chest as my legs wrap around his waist.
“Now we’re both in need of a shower, beautiful.”
How can a girl argue with that?
I’m tangled in warmth. Tangled in my new favorite scent.
Miles.
All woodsy and masculine spice.
I wiggle closer until our bare bodies are woven around each other.
It’s still dark out, or maybe it’s the blackout curtains. Either way, I don’t care. We have two more days off, and I don’t intend on leaving this bed for anything short of starvation.
I lift the sheet a little way and duck underneath it. I work my way down his body, exploring with my hands, tongue, lips, andteeth. By the time I reach his cock, he’s hard and stirring, small, rough noises leaving his throat.
Good.
I trace a fingertip over the tip.
