Page 81 of One Billion Reasons

I shake my head.

“Is it the possession?”

I nod, shaky.

“Good.” His voice is low and rough, and he makes a sharp sound of pleasure when he finally cups my breast in his palm. Both hands run down my body, almost reverently. “Look at you. The hottest woman I’ve ever seen. You can’t imagine how badly I’ve wanted this. I may never stop craving you, even when I have you.”

I soften against him and turn my head to press my lips to his. He turns me fully in the water, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth is hot and needy on mine, kissing me until I’m panting and his cock is jerking against me.

“Out of the water,” I gasp. He carries me out, strong and sure even in the waves. We make it to the boulder before he sets me down and falls upon me with an almost feral sound. The hard planes of his body fit my hands so well. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I want him to know that he’s not alone in his longing.

“I’ve wanted you too. You know that. But I pictured you too.” My voice is quiet as I skim my hands up his sides. “When I was alone with my vibrator, even when your room was right next door. I imagined it was you covering me with your body and pushing me down into the mattress.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Laney.” His soft groan is pained. “Did you picture it rough?”

I nod, shaky, and he rewards me with another hard kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth, his hand forcing my head the way he wants it.

He’s holding me upright so I don’t scrape my skin on the rocks, and he’s barely straining. I love it. I love how his shoulders flex under my hands. I love how he tongues one nipple and then the next, like he’s been given a gift and he can’t pick just one. But mostly I love how he gasps out these little curses, like I’m undoing him. His fingers are rough and hot between my legs, stoking my need, until I make a frustrated sound and he presses inside of me. One blunt finger and then another. The pressure is delicious, and I sigh and tip my head back, knowing he won’t let me fall.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot. I love how you feel around my hand.”

“Get inside me, then.”

He groans. “You’re trying to shred my control, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Oh, that feels good. Do that again.” I’m wet and needy, and every time he twists his fingers, I clench around him. “Miles, ah. Yes.”

“I can’t resist anymore. I need you, Lane.” He makes a low noise, and the blunt head of his cock replaces his fingers.

“Oh, yes,” I sigh.

“You like that?” He’s watching my face intently, even as his breaths come fast.

“Yes. More.”

“Okay, baby. More I can do.” And then he slides home, and I cry out. The feel of him inside me is indescribable. Full and thick and perfect.

One hand lands on my jaw, and he forces my head back. Between his hand at my throat and the one supporting me, I’m pinned against the rock and totally at his mercy.

“You like feeling like I can do whatever I want to you, don’t you?”

I sob out a response as he circles his hips and my core clenches. I’m already chasing my orgasm, and I don’t want to come. I want this to last forever. This delicious pooling of heat between my legs, the way he hits my clit with every thrust, the way he looks at me with longing. This is the best connection I’ve ever had with someone, and I can’t bear for it to end.

He makes a low noise on his next thrust. He’s close. His own dirty talk is sending him over the edge. “I think you like it because you know that even if I do this”—he cuts my air off just slightly and sensation arrows to my core before he lets up—“you know I’ll never hurt you. I care about you too much.” I’m shuddering with pleasure, but I nod. “Let’s see if you can come just from this.” He bucks up into me and uses his hand on my back to get himself deeper with every thrust. “Let go, baby. Let go.”

“It’s too—” I stop talking as my orgasm builds. How is he doing this? How is it so good with him?

I sob out his name. One more hard thrust, and my legs are shaking and heat is spreading through me, all sensation centered between my legs. And then I explode, my hips thrusting forward right as he groans and his cock jerks inside of me. “Fuck, Laney. Yes.” The pleasure wrings me out, rewriting me, until I’m limp and Miles lets me down gently.

He slumps over me, holding us up with an arm braced against the rock. His heavy breaths puff against my skin, and I shut my eyes. I’m warm and sated, and I never want to move out from the shelter of his arms.

As his heart beats against my chest, all I can think about is how I promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with him, wouldn’t hope for more than he can give. Too late.

He finally eases back and helps me off the boulder. His hands come up to span my waist, and he kisses my shoulder.

“Look at you. The hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs and kisses my other shoulder. “The only one I’ve ever truly wanted. And now you’re mine.” His words shoot through me. The only one I’ve ever wanted?

I still in his arms. His eyes are heavy-lidded, hazy.

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