Page 111 of Chasing You

He just chuckles against my skin, his eyes hungry as he meets my gaze once more. His eyes roam over my face, watching as I screw my own shut when he hits just the right spot. My mouth drops open when he does it again, my hips jerking towards him.

“Miles,” I moan.

“That’s it, princess. You gonna come where we eat?”

“Oh mygod,” I cry out as his fingers pump in and out of me relentlessly, my release crashing into me like a meteor strike. Miles captures my mouth in a needy kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he slides his fingers out of me.

I feel the loss of his touch as he pulls away, my lips swollen as I watch him rip open his belt buckle. I just stare with anticipation as his cock springs free of his pants.

My breath catches in my throat. He is so fucking gorgeous.

“Can I pull one more from you?” he asks as he steps back into me, lining his length up to my throbbing pussy. “Hm?” He tips my chin so I’m looking straight into those green eyes filled with need.

I just nod before pressing forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. Our kiss is hot, laced with pure desire as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing me with every roll of my hips.

“Get inside of me,” I say into his mouth.

He grins against my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Miles has one hand on the table, the other wrapped aroundmy lower back as he pushes into me. We moan into each other when we connect, my hands ripping at his hair.

I gasp as he begins to move. My body is still getting used to him, even after being together like this countless times since that night on my bedroom floor.

He slowly moves in and out, allowing me to stretch around him as we find our rhythm. But it feels right, like our bodies were built to fit one another. Like the universe built us as two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. A space left completely empty when we aren’t next to each other.

“Fuck, Marina,” he groans, using his hands to tighten my legs around his waist, letting him sit even deeper inside me.

I gasp when he hits my innermost wall, one of my hands falling from his neck and I lean back on it, letting my head hang as everything intensifies.

Miles’s hands are on my bare ass, pulling me towards him as he thrusts into me, leaving me with my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Let me hear that pretty little gasp again.”

My eyes pop open as he slams into me. “Oh. Fuck.”

I attempt to move my hips in time with his, but I give up all control as my core floods with fire, my muscles beginning to tighten throughout my body.

I let Miles move me and use my body as he wants, clinging back onto his neck, leaving our bodies flush as he gets quicker and quicker. Every thrust pushes me closer and closer towards the feeling I’m chasing.

“I love you,” he breathes, and it tips me straight over the edge.

I moan over his shoulder, hugging him as close to me as I can as he pumps into me, groaning as he finds his release seconds after mine.

We stay like this for a while, both of us panting, our chests moving against each other as we stay completely entwined withone another. My hands find his hair, stroking the scruffy brown strands down his neck. “I love you, too.”

chapter forty-six

MILES

PRESENT

Waiting rooms are the worst,they give me more anxiety than they should. Maybe that’s why while sitting here before my last physical therapy appointment, I’ve been looking at jobs in the area.

But I’ve been frozen in place, stuck staring at my screen since I came across an advertisement for a job as an instructor at a local flight school.

I haven’t clicked out of the page since I saw it, my eyes reading and rereading over the information a countless number of times.

Less than forty hours a week, weekends and holidays off, flexible working hours, and based out of a private airstrip somewhere in between Ruby Cove and Sorrento.

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