Page 112 of Falling

I come up for air, the wind blowing into my face as I tilt my head back. This time, I go back in gently, my teeth skimming his bottom lip. He smiles into the next kiss; even when his warm mouth touches mine, I can still feel him smiling.

God, we’re barely even kissing anymore as we just smile at each other like goofy high school kids, and I love it. One of his hands snakes around my waist, pulling me into him, my dress getting caught in the wind.

“You’re too good,” he murmurs, kissing along my jaw.

“Hm?”

“This— You— You’re too good, Wren. I think you might ruin me,” he replies, his voice shaky. The heat of his mouth and his words send another rush of pleasure through me.

“Let’s go inside,” I pant, locking my eyes with his. He responds by picking me up and wrapping my thighs around his middle, the fireworks still exploding behind us while more burst behind my eyelids.

35

WREN

FALLING

As he carriesme into the bedroom, I kiss at his neck, inhaling his cologne, and I’ve never felt more obsessive. That’s the only way I can describe it. Being with him just makes me want more and more until it’s all I become.

I’m completely and utterlyobsessedwith Miles Davis.

He drops me down onto the edge of the bed, my dress pooling beside me. I reach down and slip off my sandals as he unbuckles his belt before I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, waiting for whatever is going to happen.

This is a good idea, right? We could do this, get it out of our systems, and if this plan works, I’ll never have to see him again. No matter how badly I want to.

“Are we doing this?” Miles asks, kneeling in front of me. I push up on my elbows and nod frantically, panting. “Wren. It’s fucking great that you’re enthusiastic, but I need you to tell me with your words.”

“Yes.Yes. We’re doing this, Miles,” I say. He pulls the material of my dress upward, exposing me to him, but he hesitates at the foot of the bed. “You sure you don’t need step-by-step instructions to find my clit because you seem to be struggling there, pretty boy.”

He laughs, the sound deep and throaty as he presses a kiss to my thighs. “I’m sure I found it easily last time with how you came all over my fingers.”

One of his hands wraps behind the back of my thigh, tugging it around his chest while the other splays across my breast. He kisses up my thigh until he gets to where I want him the most, but he doesn’t go all the way. Instead, he makes his journey back down.

“Miles. If you’re not going to put your mouth where I want it, I’m going to deal with it myself,” I say after he brings his mouth to the edge of my panties for the third time without doing anything. I look down at him, but I can only see his hair, his face buried deep into my thighs.

“You’re very impatient, baby,” he mumbles against my skin. “I’ve been waiting for this since I met you, so I’m going to savor it.”

He still doesn’t move anywhere near my panties. I groan, standing up, and he falls back onto his heels, looking up at me. “You’re taking too long.”

I reach behind me, struggling slightly as I reach for my zip and drop my dress down to my ankles. His mouth falls open when he notices I’m not wearing a bra as I stand there in nothing but my pink panties. The cool chill of the wind hits me, and my nipples go hard. I roll my eyes, bend down, and start to unbutton his shirt.

“I can do it myself,” he mumbles when he gets his voice back, blinking up at me.

“Can you?”

He shrugs off his shirt and takes off his jeans. I take my time to memorize the curves of his tanned chest with my fingers, feeling him tense beneath me. I’m about to make a snarky comment, but he brings his hands around my waist. The skin-to-skin contact makes all my nerves and senses sing, and I step backward slightly until the back of my knees hit the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, Wren,” he whispers, and he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my chest, just above my breast. “So, fucking, beautiful. I want to worship you.”

“Then do it if you're not all mouth.”

My voice turns into a yelp when he pushes me onto the bed. He climbs over me, looking at me with a sexy, evil smile. He kisses me once before slowly making his way down my body. His lips catch onto my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat. He laughs against my stomach, and I dig my heel into his back as payback. His glorious journey down my body stops at the waistline of my panties.

He looks up at me as he hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down. I wiggle slightly as he pulls them over my ankles. I close my eyes, but he doesn’t move. For a second, I think he’s moved off the bed, but I open my eyes, and he’s just staring at my bare body in front of him.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “When I touch you, Wren, you keep your eyes open. I don’t want you thinking about anything else other than us right here. I need all your attention when I take care of you in the way that you need. Got it?”

I’m not going to get used to the fact that everything Miles does is just so he can take care of me. It isn’t to ruin me or break me even more. It’s like he wants stitch me back together with his bare hands and then look at his handiwork afterward. He just wants to look after me and I’m still trying to get used to the fact that there’s a person in this world that actually wants to do that. Forme.

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