Page 109 of Here and Now
“Absolutely sure.”
And I realize that I really am. I’m not convincing myself of anything or coming up with excuses. I trust him. He’s shown me over and over again that I can. He won’t hurt me.
I don’t even think he would be capable of it.
Miles slides the condom on, and then I straddle his hips. If I thought he wanted me before, this is a need.
“Penelope.” He says my name on a whisper, a plea, a ray of hope, and I drink it in.
“I’m going to need to go slow,” I warn him. I haven’t been with a man since Kai was born.
“I won’t move,” he promises.
He positions himself at my entrance, and I slowly sink down. I can take him in only small amounts, and his hands are on my hips, holding me steady.
“God, you feel so good,” he says through gritted teeth. “So fucking hot. So fucking mine.”
I slide up a little and take him deeper this time. He’s not small, and it takes me a few seconds each time to adjust to his size.
He makes a strange noise and I stop moving. “I’m sorry,” I say, staring down at him.
“Dear God, you have nothing to be sorry for. If all we had was this, I’d die a happy man.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“No, the opposite. You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock.”
I push deeper this time, taking much more than before, and even though it’s a little painful, it’s worth it. One more rock and then I sink all the way down. Our bodies are fully connected, and I don’t move, allowing myself a moment.
He leans up so our faces are close.
“Miles” is all I can manage to say.
My heart and head are a mess. Everything about this feels so right and it hurts. Not physically, but in my soul. Something inside me has been broken for so long, and right now it doesn’t feel broken.
I feel whole.
Complete.
His.
And then he rolls me onto my back, staring down at me, and begins to move, making love to me without saying another word.
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Miles
We’re lying here, Penelope in my arms, without speaking.
Since she said my name, we haven’t said another word, and I don’t think either of us has been ready.
My hands roam up and down her back, and I kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay?”
Her head tilts and she looks up at me. “I’m ... beyond okay.”
Thank God. I worried that there would be regret after—not on my part, but hers.
I sift my fingers through her hair. “Are you sore?”
