I shake my head.
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Because?” His grin widens.
I sigh dramatically. “Just because.”
“So, you’re scared.”
“Of you?” I ask with a smirk. “Maybe a little.”
He laughs, the sound echoing off the rocks and trees around us.
“I think you’re all talk.”
Before I can fire back, he closes the distance between us, effortlessly hoisting me over his shoulder.
“Oh my god!” I squeal, pounding against his back as he carries me toward the lake. “Miles! Put me down!”
This is it. This is how I die. And it’s not at the hands of my father or some freak accident. It’s all because I was too busy eyeing Miles’ hot body to mention that I don’t know how to swim.
“I can’t swim!”
His laughter dies instantly and he freezes. Slowly, he lowers me from his shoulder, his hands holding me tight against him. Miles wraps my legs around his torso, causing my pulse to kick up even more. We’re so close, I think he might kiss me. Our breathing is heavy, our noses almost touching.
“Can you really not swim or are you just fucking with me so I don’t throw you into this lake?”
“No, I promise. I really can’t swim.”
My legs tighten around him as we stare into each other's eyes, never breaking contact. He begins to place me back down, my body sliding against his, and my breath catches in my throat when I feel his hard length press against my stomach. I watch his Adam's apple roll in his throat as he swallows, his face only mere inches from mine.
“Maddie.” His voice comes out husky and needy, wrapping around me like an entrancing melody I can’t help but get lost in. “What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know,” I confess.
Our eyes lock, and I could feel every nerve in my body buzz, a potent mix of anticipation and vulnerability filling the space between us. Time seems to slow down, amplifying the sound of our shallow breaths. It feels as if the world blurs into nothing but insignificance, leaving only the two of us suspended in a moment of electric tension. I could feel the warmth radiating off of Miles’ hands as they grip my thighs tighter in place.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he pants, right before his lips crash into mine—a collision of passion, sexual tension, and a kaleidoscope of emotions I have never experienced before.
His tongue enters my mouth, and I twirl mine along the length of his, tasting him with each flick. My fingers instinctively run through his hair, and I grip it firmly, gently pulling at the roots as he grips my ass in his large hands. Miles hungrily bites my bottom lip, the sting lingering for a moment before he’s sucking on it, healing his assault.
The kiss deepens in intensity and my desire only grows for him. I can feel my pussy aching with need and all I want is for him to touch me.
Ineedhis touch. I need to feel him…everywhere.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Miles lays me down on the cool sand, laying himself between my spread thighs. His lips leave mine, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping me when he does, wanting to taste more of him. My shorts are incredibly thin, and I can feel how hard he is for me.
Fuck, I just want to feel more of him.
He grabs a hold of my curls, pulling and opening my neck up for him as he trails soft, needy kisses along my skin. Instinctively, I tighten my legs around him, pulling him closer against my center, desperately needing the friction. I feel his cock twitch at the contact, a low, feral growl escaping his lips, the sound vibrating against my neck.
“Don’t—don’t do that, Maddie. Not unless you want me to fuck you right here on the ground.” His words come out rushed and full of lust.
I look up at him through my haze, panting heavily beneath him. His cheeks are flushed and his lips swollen from the intense kiss.
“You look so damn good beneath me,” Miles says, his voice low and guttural as he gives me a seductive grin.
