Page 77 of Ember Meadow
My hips roll involuntarily, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest. He breaks our kiss, trailing his way down my neck. A gasp falls from my lips as he bites my collar bone, licking away the sting right after.
Cold air rushes in as Miles steps back, leaving me panting. “I want to see you,” he growls.
My head cocks to the side at his words.
“Strip.”
My breath hitches. He looks me up and down, drinking me in. I reach up, pulling the hem of my shirt slowly up my chest and over my head, doing the same with my shorts.
“Fuck, Katie,” he mutters. Miles runs a hand over his beard, unable to take his eyes off me.
“What about you, cowboy?” I tease.
He whips his shirt off faster than I thought possible, fumbling a bit with his belt. He kicks his boots and jeans off onto the hardwood.
My bra unclasps with a small click, and I toss it into the floor with the rest. Miles’s eyes darken, his breathing becoming labored.
He closes the distance between us, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me against him.
“Miles,” I breathe. His hands roam up and down my back as he kisses me where my shoulder meets my neck.
“I want to savor this, but I don’t know how much I can take,” he says.
“Please—“ I start.
I’m interrupted by Miles picking me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around him. He places me on the counter behind us, the cold biting into my skin.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back into a kiss. His lips move against mine, taking and taking. He reaches between us, and I feel him throw his boxers to the side.
“You just feel so… right,” he whispers in my ear.
His hands move down to my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter. I brace my palms against his chest. Our gazes meet as he reaches between us.
His hand traces my core, finding the spot that makes me overheat. He takes his time seeing what pulls a gasp out of me until I’m practically shaking.
“Miles, please. I need you,” I whimper.
He chuckles, not letting up in the slightest until I’m coming apart.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky. God, Katie. I can’t get enough.” Miles groans into my mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist again.
When he starts to move, I grip his shoulders, tipping my head back. Miles runs his tongue along my throat.
“Oh god,” I moan. “Miles.”The ember in my chest that has never fully burnt out for him grows. How could I ever think we could have one last time together and be okay after? He’s touching me like I’m something to be worshipped, cared for. It’s addictive.
Before I came to Jackson Hole, Miles was just a great time to me. Fun, caring, full of life. Now, he’s that and so much more. Hardworking, strong enough to take charge but kind enough not to make anyone feel small.
Even the way he’s holding me now is a contradiction. He’s firm, but also holds me like I might break. He picks up our rhythm, becoming more sporadic as his control slips. Our lips find each other again, frantic and needy.
“Katie, I’m close—“ Miles says into my neck.
I pull him closer, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades. “I have an IUD.”
His eyes grow wide and he comes apart, clutching onto me like I’m the only thing anchoring him.
We are electric together. I knew it was good last time, but this reminder is almost too much. How am I supposed to love without this again? Without him?
The ache in my chest only grows, the flame erupting into something more.
