Page 37 of Chasing You

“Miles.”

“Once we start this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Good.” I take my hand behind me, finding the bow that holds my bikini top in place, and tug. I do the same to the strap behind my neck, letting the fabric float away on the surface of the water.

Miles stops moving. His throat works a swallow as he looks at me. I feel exposed, like I’m bearing more than just my body to him, and like he’s seeing beneath my skin.

After what feels like an eternity of stillness, he powers through the water, his hands finding my face as he pulls my lips to his. He groans as soon as our skin touches, like it hurts, like it’s painful to kiss me. And I know exactly what that feels like.

I take his hand from my face and move it to my chest. He doesn’t hesitate before filling his palm with my breast. I moan into his mouth as he pulls my nipple between his fingers.

His tongue twists around mine and all I can think is that I want his mouth on every single part of me. Want his tongue to trace every single inch of skin on my body.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and as if he can hear every thought running through my mind, his lips leave mine, moving to kiss the spot just below my ear. To make a map, marking his way down my neck until his mouth closes around my nipple.

I hang my head back, moaning into the open air as he sets offevery single one of my nerve endings. This is dangerous, the way I feel like I would surrender my entire being to this man if it meant he’d keep touching me like this forever.

His tongue circles my nipple, flicking it as he sucks me further into his mouth.

“Miles,” I moan shamelessly as I grind my hips into his hardness beneath his swim shorts.

“You’re a fucking goddess, Marina. You taste precious, like something I want to keep for myself and never share.”

“Then don’t.”

He picks me up by my waist, sitting me on the edge of the pool. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I feel a flush on my cheeks and a throbbing between my legs. “Lay down,” he says, and I don’t wait a second before doing as I’m told.

I shiver as I lay down against the concrete, not because I’m cold, but because my body is anticipating the feeling of Miles’s touch on my skin. But from this angle, I can’t see him. I have no idea where he is or what he’s going to do next.

I flinch as I feel his touch light against the soft spot just above my bikini bottoms. His touch is no more than a whisper as his fingertip trails its way along the top of the fabric. My skin so sensitive that I have to force myself not to flinch.

His finger toys with the strings holding the piece of fabric together. He runs a finger under it, getting agonisingly close to where I need him. I drag one of my feet across the other, and as if it catches Miles’s attention, he grabs both of my ankles and forces my legs open when all I want to do is close them and create some friction.

Just as I’m about to say as much, Miles’s lips meet the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I nearly explode. I need him closer, need more, more of everything, I need to be consumed by him before I combust.

His fingers find the string again, but this time he pulls it, letting the fabric of my bikini loose.

I hold my breath, my entire body still as I feel the cool air on the part of me that is throbbing with heat.

He loses a breath. “Fuck, princess.”

He tugs at the tie sitting above my other hip, pulling my bikini away completely before it lands in the pool with a splash.

“This is my favorite color,” he says as he drags his knuckle down my center.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my back arching off the concrete.

His hands land on my hips. “Stay still, gorgeous.”

“That’s an ask,” I breathe.

His hands spread me wide open just as he says, “Please.”

I’m lost for words when his tongue meets my core. All I can do is moan, one of my hands finding his hair as the other tangles in the wet strands of my own. “Fuck, Jesus, Miles.”

He just groans, his tongue licking me up and down, leaving me a writhing mess. The skin of my back pulls as I move against the concrete but the pleasure of Miles’s mouth on my core overwhelms all of my senses, dulling any discomfort.

“God,” he mutters between kisses to my clit. “I’m addicted to you.”

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