Page 74 of The Only Heart that Matters

“I know,” he breathes against my ear, and that’s all it takes.

No more talking. No more delaying what we both want and know is going to happen.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mia

My finger traces the eagle, globe, and anchor of the Marine Corps tattoo on his shoulder as he sleeps. His head is on my stomach, like the last time we spent an entire night together. This seems to be his thing. Is it his thing with all the women he sleeps with? Or is it amething? The thought of him sleeping this soundly wrapped up in another woman makes my insides twist in knots, so I push it to the back of my mind.

Last night I memorized all of his tattoos. He explained the meaning behind each piece of art. However, there were a couple that didn’t need any explanation. Like the McKinnon family crest over his heart, or the folded flag with my brother's dog tags draped over it on his other pec. I kissed them both and carried on with my exploration of his body and the art covering it.

It was another perfect night, but it was a mistake.

We can’t keep doing this.

I’m not sure I’ll survive the aftermath that comes with more of him. Yes, he sets my body on fire, but with Angus, it’s much more than that. It’s not just the attraction between us, there’s respect. Friendship.

His confessions of the heart keep messing with my head. The lyrics to Adele’s “One and Only” continue to play on repeat, and I want so badly to ask why he requested the song, but of course I don’t. The way he worshipped my body last night… it’s all more than I deserve.

We can’t keep slipping into situations that lead to us waking up in bed together. It’s not fair to either of us.

A low groan vibrates against my belly just before the heat of his words scatter across my skin. “Morning, Goof.”

“Morning.”

“Can we stay here forever?”

I chuckle in reply, wishing we could remain in our fantasy land.

His lips press against my stomach as he begins his ascent up my body. Kissing his way to my breast before taking a nipple in his mouth. He adjusts himself so his morning wood presses against my leg, then switches his attention to my other nipple.

“Angus,” I whisper.

He nuzzles the crook of my neck and in one swift move buries himself in my weeping core, lazily working his cock in and then almost completely out of me, before easing back in. His body is warm and heavy on top of me, and there is nothing between us.

He fills my body and soul as he rocks in and out of me. God, why is this even better than last night? Every inch of him feels amazing. Sex with Angus is next level, but nothing has ever felt this phenomenal.

Then it hits me and I gasp.

“Angus, you forgot the condom. We have to stop.”

Without a word, he pulls out, lifting to his knees, my legs still around his waist. With no shame, he kneels before me, his beautiful length glistening as he works himself.

“Touch yourself.”

Not giving it a second thought, my fingers find my clit and I do as he asked.

“Fuck, Mia. Do you see what you do to me?”

Too distracted by the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock and the sensation of my fingertips, I don’t reply.

“Mia, answer me. Tell me you see what you do to me.”

Ripping my gaze from his hand to examine his face, I’m surprised to find his features almost feral. Hovering above me, he looks like a mythical creature. His beauty is unreal. Body taut, abdominals rippling, his big hand and strong arm move at a leisurely pace. The muscles in his jaw tic as he watches me.

I’d do anything he asks me to at this moment.

“Yes.”

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