Page 117 of Chasing You

That pulls a laugh from me. “I guess it kind of is like that, but it’s missing a few things.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He reaches over, rolling me on top of him. I giggle as I press up on my hands, now straddling him.

“Well,” I say, “there’s this guy.”

“A guy?” His brows pull together as his hands find the globes of my ass. “What’s he like?”

“Well, the first day I met him, I thought he was so full of himself. He walked into my bar with his little pilot’s hat on and stared at me for a really long time, actually. Some might call it stalker-ish behavior.”

“Right?” He nods. “And would some call it potentially outlandish behavior that you kissed him that very next night?”

I shrug. “I might have made the situation a little bit worse, yeah.”

“Worse, huh?” He grins. “I seem to recall you being the one who wanted me naked the very next time you saw me.”

I can’t help but grin back. “And I seem to recall you not wanting to see me naked for a month.”

He shakes his head, his tongue in his cheek. “I wanted to rip that bikini straight off of you and you know it.”

“Then you should’ve done it.”

“I can’t go back in time,” he says.

“No,” I say, leaning down until our lips are a hairbreadth apart, “but you can make up for lost time.”

“Is that what you want to do, princess?” He reaches his hand between our bodies, stroking me through my jeans. “You want me to fuck you right here? In your childhood bedroom, where anyone could walk in any minute?”

I just close my eyes, heat pooling in between my legs as he pops the button on my jeans. He’s right, anyone could come in at any moment, but my common sense has taken a back seat to my desire.

I just crush my lips to his and he sits up, our bodies coming flush as we share breath. I feel his groan in my throat as I roll my hips, grinding against him.

This hunger between us only grows with every night we spend like this. It’s as if neither of us is ever satisfied. It’s never enough; we always need more of each other.

I gasp when he pushes me off him. “Take off your jeans.”

He leaves no room for argument, no room for questions, as his hungry eyes watch me. I slowly slide down the zip, purposely making every movement achingly drawn out, even though I’m throbbing for him, because the ravenous look in his eyes has me captivated.

I push the denim over my hips, taking a step towards him before turning around. The noise that comes from him is as if he’s a man starved and looking at his first meal in months.

“Jesus Christ, Marina,” he says, his hands rough as they land on my cheeks, grabbing and squeezing. He pulls on my hipsand I instinctively lean forward as he pulls my ass into his chest.

Then I feel his lips on my skin, his tongue tracing patterns over my ass as he kisses me. Kisses that get closer and closer toward where my lace g-string hides between my cheeks.

“I am beyond obsessed with you, do you know that?” he says, his hand slipping between my legs to touch me through the lace. “How obsessed I’ve been since the first day I saw you?”

He rubs delicate circles, leaving me desperate for more. “I couldn’t even look at anyone else all these years, your perfect pussy is the only thing I could think about.”

I moan into the quiet room. Miles chuckles. “Do I need to gag you, princess?”

I just shake my head, leaning further into him as he drags his fingers all the way up my seam, nudging his thumb over the spot I didn’t know would be so sensitive. I gasp at the new sensation.

He chuckles from behind me, where I know he’s enjoying watching my body’s reaction to him. Then his hands are back on my hips, his left palm lands on my ass with a firm smack before I hear him shuffling back on the bed.

I push my jeans all the way down my legs, bending over for emphasis. My g-string follows soon after.

“Good lord.” I turn around, bare from my waist down, to see Miles with his head on my pillows, and a knowing smirk on his face. “Now get over here and sit on my face.”

I feel heat shoot through me. “What?” A laugh bubbles out of me. “I’ll suffocate you.”

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