As that wave ebbed, Milo pulled out of me and then laid on his side next to me, I scooted up to him, facing him. He brushed the hair from my face, tucking the strands behind my ear.

“You’re truly the most beautiful, captivating woman I have ever met,” he murmured as he stared deeply into my eyes.

I smiled. “You are such a fibber.”

He chuckled. “Not about this though. I mean it. I’m happy to have gotten the chance to know you.”

I kissed him, wrapping my arm around him as he pulled me closer to him, holding me tightly. It was as if he was afraid of letting me go. A hint of hurt pulsed through me, because, he would have to let me go in the morning. I was going home.

My mind was brought to the present as Milo gripped my thigh and hiked my leg over him. He angled my hips at just the right spot to allow his erection to press against my entrance again. He continued to kiss me as he entered me once more. His fingers dug into my thigh.

I sighed as another climax started to build.

A brief sensation of spinning overwhelmed my senses as Milo rolled me to my back, lying above me, and continuing to move inside me.

His hair dangled around my face as his eyes stared into my soul. I felt exposed, vulnerable, loved, and worshiped. So many emotions rolled through me as pressure continued to build within my hips.

Milo lowered his mouth to my ear. “You’re not screaming my name yet.”

I chuckled. “You’re not the boss of me.”

He laughed, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “Scream for me.”

“Make me,” I said, wrapping my arms around his back and digging my fingers into his skin as he continued to press me deeper into the waves of pleasure that rushed through me.

“Challenge accepted,” he said and rolled over again so that I straddled him.

“You’re going t make me dizzy,” I said.

“Guess you’ll just have to scream for me.” He smiled his most dazzling grin. “Or say my name.”

“Milo,” I said as I started to moan.

“Mmm,” that sounds delightful. “Again.”

I shook my head, bracing myself on his chest as the orgasm took hold. He thrust into me, gripping my ass as I cried out.

He grunted as his thrusts increased with powerful force. He tensed. Warm liquid spilled into me as his movements became staggered and started to slow. I lowered myself to his chest as I worked to catch my breath. The warmth in his fingers traced patterns along my back. He kissed my head as he took deep breaths.

“I love you,” he said against my hair. “More than I thought I could ever love someone.”

“I love you too,” I said as tears stabbed at my eyes.

He angled my face toward him. “Are you crying?”

“No.” I moved to his side and curled into him. My head rested perfectly in the crook of his arm. His warmth encompassed me.

“You’re a little liar yourself,” he teased.

I chuckled. “Don’t be an ass.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, rolling to his side, and using his hand to force me to look at him. He searched my eyes for an answer.

I shrugged. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m going home.”

He kissed my forehead and pulled me close. “You said yourself that going home didn’t have to mean goodbye forever.”

“It doesn’t,” I said. “I just didn’t expect to fall in love with three men.”