Page 19 of Boarding Pass
I dig my fingers into his scalp, pulling him closer to me. “The things you do to my body are what dreams are made of, silly. For the record, I have an IUD and haven’t needed condoms in a very long time. If you feel safe with me, we can skip the condoms.”
“I’m clean too, I promise. I’d never hurt you, baby.” He snarls wolfishly, and the irony isn’t lost on me.
I nod and grind against him again, soaking his leg but making us both sigh in anticipation of what’s next. Miles sucks my nipple between his lips, then nips it. Does the same with the other one. Alternates sucking and biting them until they’re stiff and red. My handswork their way down to his cock. He’s rock hard and I love his deep gasp when I stroke him from root to tip.
My hips officially have a mind of their own, circling and pulsing as we grind together. He’s not even inside me yet, and I feel like I’m on the edge of splintering into pieces. He bites the skin above my breast and smiles up at me as he shifts position to nudge my opening with his shaft, framing my face in his hands. “I love to see your face when I sink inside you.”
My breath hitches when he presses just the tip inside, waiting for me to adjust to him. “You’reeverything.”
“No,youare.“ He pushes in farther. “You feel so damn incredible.”
“I can’t believehowincredible sex with you is,“ I agree as he buries himself balls-deep inside me and I grip both of his ass cheeks and flex around him and he cringes.
He grips my cheeks. “I keep telling you, if you keep your sexy little trick up this’ll go way faster than either of us want.”
I repeat the motion. “You’ve not disappointed me yet.”
“Shit,” he mutters and then begins to move. Slow and steady, but I grip his ass and hitch my thighs a bit higher,and we both lose it. He picks up the speed and I hang on for dear life as my orgasm builds, shooting through me and leaving me a complete noodle. Miles joins me, blurting out my name before collapsing next to me.
His hand slides up to cup my face as he kisses me again—deeper. Sweeter. Like he’s trying to tell me everything he can’t quite say.
When we eventually break apart, I brush my fingers along his jaw. “My parents were spot-on, you know. I don’t think this kind of connection happens by accident.”
“I don’t think so either.” He wraps his arm around me.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air between us charged but steady. It’s strange how someone can come into your life and feel like they’ve always been there, like they were just waiting to be found.
“So,” I say. “Where do we go next?”
The boyish smile I’m starting to love tugs at his lips. “Wherever you want.”
“Cool.” I settle back against him. “Because I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Me neither.” Hepulls me closer.
I close my eyes and let the steady rhythm of his breathing calm me.
Who knows what the next few weeks will look like.
Funny thing is, I’m not afraid to find out.
Chapter eleven
Funnyhowironiclifeis.
I never thought I’d be the guy who brings the girl home to meet his family. Yet here I am, standing in Austin’s ridiculous, expensive high-rise condo, looking out at Puget Sound while my parents laugh in thenext room. My sister Shay pours wine like it’s a competitive sport, though she doesn’t drink herself.
Sophie sits at the center of it all, a little flushed but charming as ever.
I’m both calm and nervous as hell.
“Looks like she’s handling your folks better than you ever did.” Austin hands me a beer. He watches Sophie with a mix of amusement and approval, which I expected.
“She’s much better at this than I am.” I beam at her despite myself.
Sophie glances my way from where she’s perched between Shay and my mom on the couch. They’re all laughing at some ridiculous story—probably about me as a teenager. I don’t even want to know.
“Shay’s adding fuel to the fire, by the way,” I grumble.
