Page 46 of Mine to Love
“Oh, God, yes,” she begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
He complied, increasing the rhythm of their coupling, each stroke more intense than the last. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and a series of sharp, high-pitched cries.
Miles leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let yourself go.”
The words were like a match to gasoline, igniting her fiery passion and sending her spiraling over the edge. The orgasm that erupted within her was all-consuming, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that engulfed her entire being. Her bodyconvulsed, her soft moans filling the room as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
Miles continued to move inside her, his thrusts becoming more erratic, driven by the force of her climax.
With a final, powerful surge, he let go, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her. The sensation was indescribable, filling her with a warmth that spread through her entire body.
They lay there, panting, spent, their bodies still entwined. The room fell silent, except for the sound of their breathing slowing in tandem. Each breath brought her closer to earth, grounding her in the reality of what had just happened.
As they finally disentangled themselves, Miles pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. She nestled into him and closed her eyes tight.
He kissed her temple. “I hope you’re not going to kick me out of this bed right now, because that might crush me.”
She chuckled. “No. But you can’t stay too long. I’m afraid if we fall asleep, we won’t wake up before Gabriel does. Please don’t take that personally.”
“I’m not.” He kissed her temple. “How about we watch a little TV, and then I’ll leave.” He reached across the bed and found the remote, pointing at the television.
“Sounds like a plan.”
She had no idea what this was or where it would lead, but she didn’t believe it could be forever. No matter how much Miles gave of himself, he still held back a piece. It wasn’t that she believed he didn’t trust her with his whole self.
But as she draped her arm and leg over his body, she couldn’t deny the distance that suddenly grew between them. It wasn’t as if he physically pushed her away, because he didn’t. But his touch was different. It wasn’t as intimate. And while she had no real basis other than maybe a woman’s intuition, she got the distinct impression that Miles had already left her bed.
She ran her finger up the center of his chest. “A penny for your thoughts.”
He chuckled. “Not much going on in my brain,” he said softly, staring at the TV, which played some old sitcom. He held the remote in one hand, while the other rested on her shoulder, but his fingers didn’t dance across her skin.
“I don’t believe that.” She rested her chin on his pec. Trinity had warned that he would pull away and that when he did, she should call him on it. But did she really know him well enough to do that? If she wanted this to be anything other than one or two rolls in the hay, she certainly needed to work on communication.
And so did he.
Especially when he was the one who had mentioned doing the whole dating thing right. Well, since they were two sexual experiences in and no dates, that was out the window.
“I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Perhaps it’s time for me to go.” He lifted the covers, but she grabbed his arm.
“Not so fast.” She sat up, pulling the sheet across her body. She tapped his temple. “Not until you tell me what just happened because you went from sixty to zero in about two seconds flat.”
“It’s late and we both agreed it’s not a good idea?—”
“I know what we agreed to, but you don’t get to give me a couple of the best orgasms I’ve ever had and then close up on me like a fucking brick wall. Now either you tell me what’s going on, or I’ll tell you what I believe is your problem.”
He jerked his head, arching a brow. “This should be interesting.”
“You really want to go that route?”
“I don’t want to have this conversation at all, but I will admit to being intrigued.” He sat up taller. “I’m listening.”
She tucked her hair behind her ears, which let the sheet fall to her waist.
“Um. Nope. Can’t concentrate when I’m staring at those.” He waved his finger.
“For fuck’s sake.” She twisted, making sure everything was covered. “We just had an incredible moment. Granted, we don’t owe each other anything. We haven’t even gone out on a date.” She cocked her head. “But don’t act like that was just sex or that I’m another notch on your bedpost. Because you’ve been coming after me hard for the last month. So, to pull away from me after really good fucking sex, well, that’s just mean.”
“First, that’s not how I view this.” He furrowed his brow. “And I resent the idea that you think I’m using you that way.”
