Page 44 of Deception & Daylight
“I’m staying for another week. I need to get a few new chapters to my editor, and there’s something about the inn that finally has the words flowing again.”Thank fuck.
A smile tugs at my lips. “Does that mean you get to be Miles Barlow’s girlfriend for another week?”
She huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. I, uh… I guess it does.”
The sun is sinking below the horizon, bringing to life the string lights overhead as we wander down the dimly lit cobblestone street. Before I can change my mind, I pull Maggie into an alley just far enough away from the crowd that we won’t be seen. I push her up against the brick wall, caging her in as I inhale the delicate floral scent that blends in perfectly with the fresh blooms scattered up and down the streets of my hometown. She fits in seamlessly, like she was always meant to be here — how can I make her see that? How can I make her stay?
I run my nose along hers, my mouth gently brushing against her soft skin. “Tell me to stop.”
There’s a moment of hesitation where I think she might run. Instead, she shocks me to my core, pulling my lips down to meet hers. The kiss is gentle at first as her fingers toy with the hair at the nape of my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine.
Needing more of her, I tenderly cup her cheek, deepening the kiss, my tongue gliding along her bottom lip, begging for entry. She opens willingly, giving me a taste, and the dam breaks. Energy courses between us, the kiss turning messy and frantic — fucking perfection. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Mags,” I groan, coming up for air for the first time in what feels like hours, though it’s only been minutes, if not seconds, since we collided. “Baby, if we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you in the middle of the festival.”
She whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick. I gently grip her neck, my thumb skating along the underside of her chin as I bring her eyes to mine.
“Is that what you want, Maggie? You want me to claim you in front of every goddamn person in this town?” I can feel her heartbeat thrumming beneath my palm. “Fucking hell, you like that idea, don’t you? You wanna be watched, Wildcat? You like the idea of everyone knowing you’re mine? Of course you do, or you never would’ve worn my name across this gorgeous fucking body, would you? You’re mine Mags. Always have been.”
I continue devouring her mouth, my hands teasing along the exposed flesh at her back as she reaches between us, cupping my erection. “Always so mouthy,” she teases. “Maybe I can give you something better to do withthat mouth, Barlow.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.” Before she can protest, I drop to my knees, playing with the slit in her skirt that’s been testing my restraint since the moment I laid eyes on her across the crowd. You could’ve hit me over the head with a brick for how distracted I’ve been.
Her hand fists in my mussed hair, a strangled moan escaping between her kiss-swollen lips. This is every fucking fantasy I’ve had for the last two years, and I intend to savor this moment with each soft kiss I lay over every part of her I can reach.
“Miles, please,” she pleads, a smug satisfaction taking over me as my fingers trail under her skirt, over the band of her panties. I tug them down her legs, bringing them up to her mouth. “Be a good girl and keep quiet,” I command, shoving the lacy fabric between her lips. “As much as I want to hear you moan my name, I’m the only one who gets to hear you come. And trust me baby girl, this time, youwillcome.”
Chapter 18
Mags
? Hands to Myself - Selena Gomez
I’m in shock; that’s the only explanation for why I’m still standing here with my panties in my mouth and Miles Barlow on his fucking knees at my feet. It’s depraved, but I can’t help but crave everything he’s offering; each sweet kiss and careful caress — I want it all. “Breathe, Mags. I’m about to eat you alive, baby, and I’m fucking starving.”
A muffled cry escapes around the fabric in my mouth as his tongue swipes along my soaked pussy, swirling over my clit in the most shiver inducing way. He drapes my thigh over his shoulder, giving him better access while his fingers tease my entrance. “Is this okay?” he asks, glancing up from beneath my skirt. I nod my agreement and he doesn’t hesitate, plunging two fingers inside as he continues to devour me with his tongue and the occasional nip of his teeth.
He sucks my clit between his lips, dragging a muted moan from my lips. That mouth should be classified as a deadly weapon. My pussy clenches around his fingers, the orgasm building slowly with each stroke along myinner walls. I’m completely at his mercy as he plays me like a goddamn fiddle, reading every sign my body gives as if it’s his to command.And maybe it is.
“Let go, Mags. I’ve got you.” His softly spoken reassurance is my undoing, plunging me headlong into oblivion, my muffled cries filling the alley as tears track down my cheeks unbidden. Every nerve in my body is on fire as I collapse into his arms, a mess of tears and stuttered breaths. He pulls the fabric out of my mouth and holds me almost reverently. “That's my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come undone.”
“I’m not broken.” The words are out, and it’s too late to take them back. I clench my eyes shut, hoping I haven’t ruined the moment.
“Not broken,” he murmurs. “Never broken.” His lips gently touch my forehead as a silence falls between us. He lets me fall apart in his arms, hands stroking over my hair. As the powerful emotions fade, Miles assists me to my feet, softly brushing his thumbs across my tear-streaked cheeks. “Are you okay? Was it too much?”
“I’m okay,” I breathe. “Better than okay. Thank you.”
He barks out a laugh, that devastating smile that pulled me to him all those months ago beaming brightly in the darkened alley.My daylight.“Don’t think anybody’s ever thanked me for an orgasm before,” he says.
“Oh fuck, what about you?” I ask, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans.
“Baby… that was as good for me as it was for you,” he says, with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Do you mean…”
“Yeah, babe. I came in my pants like a horny teenager.” A giggle bubbles to the surface and I can’t contain my amusement. “Are you laughing at me, Wildcat?”
“Mmhmm.”
