Page 85 of Fighting Fate

Lies would be saying this isn't spinning my world upside down, making every nerve in my body scream for more. The cool breeze outside contrasts sharply with the heat between us, my skin tingling where his stubble grazes. I'm clinging to him, drawing him closer, our wet clothes sticking together as if they're trying to merge us into one.

Is this even real?

His scent, a mix of musk and sandalwood, envelops me, intoxicating and oh-so-familiar. It feels dangerously real.

When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his thumb brushing my lip. It's like I'm right back where I've always belonged—in his arms. Home. My legs wrap around him again as if they've memorized their place. He guides me into his truck, and I slide over as he joins me.

Sitting in his old pickup, I notice the polaroids decorating the interior, capturing snippets of his life. They snap me back to reality. His smug grin beckons me, and his finger motions me closer, setting off a whirlwind inside me.

But there's this internal tug-of-war. Do I let myself fall deeper for him? Do I let him in more than he already is?

His voice cuts through my thoughts. "Come here now, Mills."

As I scoot closer, his hands envelope me. They say big hands mean big...oh, not now, Milli.

I should worry about being seen here, in his truck, in this parking lot. But all those steamy scenes from my romance novels are replaying in my mind, courtesy of Miles.

He raises an eyebrow, silently challenging me to make a move.

And damn it, I want to jump his bones.

His hands lift me effortlessly, and I straddle him. My knees lock into place by his hips, and all my doubts dissolve.

"Remember that night by the bonfire?" he asks, his cock pressing against me, drawing a whimper from my lips.

"Yeah," I manage, even as he chuckles, satisfied.

"We're in a Chevy CK," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. The memory of confessing my truck fantasy to him flashes in my mind, and here we are, making it a reality.

"Now what's the hold-up?" His whisper is a siren call.

I could tease, play hard to get, but no. This is an offer I can't refuse. I pull him closer, our lips crashing together in a fervent kiss.

God, he can kiss. It's like he's reading my mind, knowing just how to send me spiraling. He knows his effect on me, and I'm eager to show him mine.

Thank goodness for those romance novels. They didn't prepare me for everything, but they sure gave me some ideas.

His hands, firm and warm, rest on the curve of my back, guiding me closer. "Fuck," he breathes out, a note of raw urgency in his voice.

Suddenly, he shifts us with fluid ease. Before I know it, I'm lying on the leather seat, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of our bodies. Miles hovers over me, an electric current running between us. My breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, my body responding instinctively to his nearness. His lips find mine again, the kiss deep and consuming, igniting a fire within me.

His fingers trace the damp waistband of my yoga pants, sending a shiver through me. I arch instinctively, responding to his touch. He moves his hand down, cupping me gently, and a whimper escapes me, a sound filled with longing and desire.

Miles

This is intense, more than I ever expected. Every time Milli grinds against my fingers, it's a test of my willpower. I never thought we'd be here again, especially not in my truck, while people walk by, oblivious to the fire we're stoking inside.

As I fumble with her leggings, a groan escapes me. "Could these be any fucking tighter?" They're soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin. Milli chuckles, her face lighting up in a way that has me smiling despite the tension.

"You're such a tease," I remark, a playful lilt in my voice as she nibbles on her lip, an irresistible invitation that pulls me deeper into her spell. On impulse, I capture her lip gently between my teeth, our eyes locking in a moment, brimming with electricity. The warmth increasing beneath my hand, still resting on her most intimate of places, urges me to tease further. "Are you ready for me already, Mills?"

Her fluttering eyes and the way she leans into my touch are all the answers I need. The feeling of my hands on her is like a shot of adrenaline, boosting my confidence.

I gently run my tongue across her lips, where I bit. As I gaze down at her lying on the truck seat, I tug at her soaked leggings. I slide them off, revealing her pale pink underwear. "Did you choose these for me, baby? Did you know this would happen?"

Her hypnotized stare is a clear signal of her eagerness. She squirms, her body language screaming for me to take control.

"Miles, please," she pleads softly. My fingers trace her thigh, edging closer to her, until they reach her. She arches in response, inviting more.

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