Page 110 of Chasing You

“You didn’t quite give off casual when you bought a house for us before talking to me about it,” I say.

His other hand finds the other side of my head, holding me steady as he locks his gorgeous eyes on mine. “I love you, Marina D’Angelo. I think I’ve loved you since the moment you put that pilot’s hat on your head.”

“That’s a little quick off the mark, don’t you think?” I grin.

“Considering it took four years before we could be back here, it feels fine to me.”

“Hm,” I tip my head in his hands, “whose fault was that?”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he brings his lips to mine, “I swear it.”

“You can start now,” I say, as if he hasn’t spent every day since he got here already doing that. I wrap my arms around his waist, letting my hands rest on the top of his ass.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as heat rolls through my body.

“How can I be of service?” he says, his fingers trailing down my arm. His light touch leaves me aching for more.

“Keep touching me,” I breathe.

“Is this what you like?” he asks, his finger trailing from my chin down my chest, his fingertip finds my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank, circling it at an agonising pace before it continues its journey down my body, stopping at the band of my sweatpants.

I nod, incapable of words as I lean back against the sink.

“Should I take these off of you?” he asks. I just breathe in response, letting my head hang back as he runs his finger along my stomach, teasing the edge of the plush fabric. “Should I see just how wet you are for me?”

“Please.” The word slips off my tongue before I can even think.

Miles slowly kneels in front of me, his breath skating across my abdomen before he presses a kiss just below my belly button.

With every second I stand here, I get more and more impatient, more and more desperate to feel his mouth on me.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pants, slowly dragging them down my legs before they hit the floor.

“I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love your body,” he says, running his hands up the outside of my thighs. He presses a kiss to the inside of my leg, and all I want is for him to get a bit higher.

“These curves feature in my dreams every night.” His palm is flat as he slides it up my leg, over my hip and around my waist. My hands are gripping the edge of the sink, holding most of my weight as my knees get weaker by the second.

Miles drags his hands back down my body and he doesn’t hesitate before pulling my underwear down my legs, leaving them with my sweatpants around my ankles.

I suck air through my teeth as he slides a finger through my core. “You are divine,” he says as his finger comes back moist.

“More, Miles,” I moan, closing my eyes against the daylight shining through the window. “I need more.”

He’s standing in seconds, effortlessly picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling my pussy on the rough denim of his jeans before I’m landing on the dining table.

Miles pushes my legs open, standing between them before one of his hands finds my face, and his lips are on mine. I lean back on my hands, moaning into his mouth when I feel his fingers back on me.

He rubs back and forth, teasing my clit as I loosely wrap my legs around his waist once more. My skin pulls against the wooden table as I rock back and forth, matching his pace.

His other hand moves into my hair, tugging gently as he pushes his finger inside me. He pulls my head back as I moan into the open room, heat pulsing through me as he works his finger inside of me.

The sound of my panting fills the empty room, but I’m focused on the sound of Miles’s breath, the feeling of it on my skin.

“Can you take one more, princess?” he says, his voice low in my ear before he’s sucking on my neck. I nod frantically, the overload of sensations sparking fuses through my body. It feels overwhelming, the way my body reacts to this man. I can’t help but feel like nothing could break this thing between us. This love. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before; it feels inevitable.

I open my mouth as Miles slides another finger inside me. “Holy, fuck.”

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