“Since we’re making confessions, I’ll say that having you in my class was kind of distracting for me, too.”
His grin is adorable. “Yeah?”
I fold into a forward bend. “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re good looking.”
“But completely lacking in charm,” he says as we come back up.
“Some women have a thing for grumpy men.”
His eyes are fixed to mine. “Doyouhave a thing for grumpy men?”
I smile as I step back into a warrior pose, arms overhead, chest high. “It’s starting to seem that way.”
Rather than following me into position, Miles just watches. “I like naked yoga.”
I gesture for him to get moving. “Afraid you’ll fall over?”
“It’d be worth it.”
I’m laughing as I bring him back to a standing position, legs together. When I tell him to bend forward and step back into downward dog pose, he says, “Oh yeah. That’s the one I was looking for. Hold that pose for a minute.”
As I remain bent over in a V-shaped position, hands and feet all on the floor, there’s the crinkling sound of a packet being torn open, then Miles positions himself behind me, his hands exploring my bottom as if he’s assessing its shape and size.
“Yeah, this has been on my mind for a while.”
I’m still giggling at that, and thinking that combining yoga and sex is kind of funny, until Miles pushes inside me and I gasp.
He pauses. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m incredible.”
As he moves inside me, his cock nudges a particular spot. He taps it over and over and over again, and it’s mind-blowing. His big hands grip my hips as he plunges in and out, and I realize that I also like naked yoga, very, very much.
My breath grows ragged, and Miles folds over me, kissing my lower back. He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit as he makes quick, deep movements inside me, hitting that magic spot again and again.
“I think I’m going to come, and I’m afraid I might fall over,” I tell him on a gasp.
“How the tables have turned,” he teases. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
And he does. He supports my body, keeping me stable and safe as I come apart, wave after wave of sensations flowing through me, pulling me under, lifting me back up.
Just as those waves are subsiding and I find my footing, Miles lifts my upper body and clutches my breast as his body stiffens. Then he follows me over the edge, his cock throbbing inside me, as his arms hold me tight.
I’m never going to think about the downward dog pose the same way again. Or yoga.
When Miles slips out of me, I turn and am cradled in his embrace. He kisses my lips, my cheek, then the top of my head, before pulling me closer and caressing my back.
Max has fallen asleep, so Miles and I move quietly into the bathroom, where we shower together, getting dirtier before we eventually get clean.
He tells me that he needs time to recover, but as soon as I touch his cock, it springs to life. When I kneel and take him in my mouth, he moans. I make him come again, and as he soaps every inch of my body, he does the same for me.
We can’t get enough of each other, but eventually, we dry off and join Max in bed. I move softly, trying not to disturb him, because it’s very late, but when I lie down next to him, he pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. On my other side, Miles takes hold of my hand, and my heart is so full it barely fits in my chest.
CHAPTER 51
CALLIE
In the morning, I wake up in disbelief. Last night was mind blowing in the best possible way, and I’d wonder if it was all a dream, but the two gorgeously naked men in my bed tell me it was real.
