Page 128 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

With a deep sigh, I tossed off the sheets and blankets and set my bare feet on the floor. If he wasn't here, then I wasn't going to bother worrying about being naked. I roamed around, finding my discarded clothing and grimacing as I put them back on.

The sound of the door opening startled me, and I jumped up and squeaked in surprise.

Miles entered the room and glanced at me with one brow arched. "What are you doing?"

"Um." Despite the butterflies dancing in my belly, I smoothed my hair down as best as I could and held my head high. "I was heading back to my room so I could pack and hit the road to go home." It was a lie. I had my room until tomorrow and hadn't planned on leaving until then.

He set down two drink cups nestled in a cup holder, along with a bag on the table beside the TV, and made his way toward me. He placed two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. "I told you I wasn't done with you and that I wasn't letting you go."

"You weren't here when I woke up, so I just..."

"You assumed," he cut me off. "That I had left when I just went downstairs to get you some coffee and breakfast." He pointed toward the cups and bag.

"Oh."

He nodded. "I hoped to spend the day with you. Maybe show you my place if you feel up to it?"

I nibbled on my bottom lip, feeling completely unsure of myself or how to act.

"I'll admit, last night hadn't been my intention, but I won't apologize, and I don't regret it. I hope you don't either." His hand slid to cup my cheek. His dark eyes saw straight through me, reaching deep within and glimpsing my soul.

I had never felt such a connection with anyone before. We'd briefly met a few months ago at another event, and I ran away so fast the carpet practically singed.

Miles had never brought up the incident other than to tell me how he loved meeting me.

'"I don't regret it," I finally whispered.

"Good, I'm glad." His lips twitched up into a smile. "Please say you'll spend the day with me? Even if it's just to talk? You'll get to meet Ares, too."

He was using that narrator voice on me again. The one I was helpless to resist because it filtered through my ears and wrapped around my heart like an invisible headphone cord.

"Okay." I nodded. I was curious about where he lived. Not to mention, he had the most adorable doggo on the planet, a king shepherd named Ares. "Breaking me down with Ares. You're just not playing fair at all."

Miles chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Just doin' what I need to do to get my girl. Ares knows he’s my wingman." He winked and wrapped his arms around me.

"Uh-huh. Sure. I see how it is." I flipped him shit but hugged him back just as tightly. "I'd love it if I could go up to my room and take a shower?"

"First, you're gonna sit down and enjoy coffee and breakfast." He drew away from me, and I immediately missed his warmth.

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a cheeky grin.

One brow arched as he smirked. That single brow arch was so sexy I swear I wanted to swoon every time he did it. I always thought it was comical, like The Rock with his overexaggerated single brow arch, but nope, Miles made it sexy as fuck.

He drew out a chair for me, and I sat down and accepted the iced coffee he handed me. Swirls of caramel lined the cup, and mountains of whipped cream decorated the top. "Did you remember my coffee order?"

"I did." His smirk widened. "Does that earn me some brownie points?"

"It's earning you a whole lot more than just brownie points." I took a sip of the coffee after stirring it and groaned. "Perfect. Lots and lots of points and favors and all sorts of other things."

"I'm glad." There he went, using that bedroom voice on me again.

"Your voice is a deadly weapon. You should use some caution with it."

Miles cocked his head to the side at my statement as if he were processing what I had said. "Why do you say that?"

"Cause it's liable to make a woman ruin their panties with how sexy it is." Oh fuck me, did I just say that? The coffee was making me feel drunk and loosening my tongue.

"I love your smart mouth." He rose and planted his hand on the table behind me so he could lean over my body. "And those lips." He kissed me. It was slow and languid, not laced with the frenzy and heat of the night before when we couldn't get enough of each other.

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