Miles opens his eyes, cupping my face with both of his large, warm hands. My body reacts before my mind has the chance to catch up. I melt into his touch, my lips parting on a quiet breath—an invitation I hope he notices.
And he does.
His gaze drops to my mouth, lingering there long enough to make my pulse stutter before he slowly finds my eyes again.
“Never in my life have I begged a woman to kiss me,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I’d get down on my hands and knees just to taste your lips one more time.”
His confession makes my insides twist, stealing the air from my lungs and filling me with pure lust and desire.
No one has ever looked at me the way Miles does. No one has ever made me feel so intensely wanted. There’s a hunger in his eyes that borders on feral, as though every ounce of restraint he’s been clinging to is slipping through his fingers. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, and I can’t look away.
Miles’ lips meet mine, firm and desperate, and every coherent thought I have disappears the second they do. Our tongues twist together and he lets go of my face, grabbing me by my ass and lifting me up against him.
I lose myself in the kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist and running my hands through his soft hair.
Miles sets me down onto the plush mattress, and I glance up at him, completely out of breath. A sinful smirk slowly creeps onto his perfectly chiseled face, and my entire body comes alive. He slowly crawls onto the bed and hovers above me, holding himself up with just one arm. His right hand gently caresses my face and my eyes flutter shut, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The feeling is pure bliss.
“Look at me, Princess.”
I do as he says, wanting nothing more than to please him.
“I want to do something, but only if you say it’s okay.”
I nod my head, but that’s not enough for him. He shakes his head and smiles in that devious way of his.
“No, Princess. I need your words.”
“O-okay.”
“If it’s too much, I need you to tell me to stop. Do you understand?”
I nod, forgetting that he told me to use my words.
The fact that he needs my words is so reassuring, and turns me on even more. I may not have been with a lot of guys before Miles, but the one I had been with seemed to just take what he wanted. Sure, I’ve never had sex but we did other things. And there was never any checking in or asking if I liked it. I had started to think that being overlooked was a part of the whole experience.
Austin was that one person. The first and last person I ever let get that close to me. It happened at a party. He was drunk, and at first, I didn’t think anything of it. It was Austin, my best friend—someone I trusted and never thought I had to be afraid of.
But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about me. It became about him and what he wanted. What he felt, what he had apparently been holding onto for years. He started confessing things to me that I wasn’t prepared to hear, telling mehow long he’d loved me and how he’d always wanted more. And the more he talked, the more trapped I felt.
Because I didn’t feel the same way. I cared about him. I loved him as my best friend. But not like that.
I remember feeling sick, like the entire situation had shifted into something I didn’t recognize anymore. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I ran. And I haven’t looked at intimacy the same way since.
Miles is still holding my face, thumb caressing my cheek, waiting for me to respond.
“I-I understand.”
He smiles and kisses me softly, sitting me up on the bed. Grabbing the bottom of my baggy t-shirt, he lifts it slowly but stops. He looks at me again, but I make no protest so he continues, lifting the shirt fully above my head, tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor.
Instinctively, I fold my arms across my chest, hiding from the gorgeous man in front of me.
It’s not that I’m insecure. I like my body, and I’ve never lacked confidence in the way I look. But I’ve never been laid this bare to someone before, never sat this vulnerable under someone’s gaze. Especially not someone who looks like Miles.
“Don’t.” He shakes his head once, voice low. “Don’t hide from me.”
I slowly drop my arms and reveal myself to him. I’m wearing a black lace bralette that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. My chest is by no means small, my breasts practically spilling from my bra, but I think that’s what makes this even more nervewrecking. There’s just so much of me that’s about to be exposed that no one else has ever seen before, but I can’t deny that I want it, because I absolutely do.
His eyes heat with lust, his Adam's apple rolling in his throat as I watch him, completely mesmerized.
