Page 52 of Chasing Stars
Miles hisses, kneeling down and hungrily pulling my folds apart, sinking his tongue into my wetness. I need him so badly. I don’t want to wait.
“Miles. I need to feel you,” I cry, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please.”
“Let me warm you up, baby,” he rasps, sliding a finger inside, eliciting a moan from me that sounds animalistic. “You’re not ready yet.”
He settles his face back between my thighs and kisses my most delicate parts, gently sucking and dragging his teeth behind, until I can’t take it anymore.
“Miles,” I say firmly. “I need you inside me.”
At once, he’s on his feet, scooping me up and laying me on the end of the bed. “Your wish is my command.” He hovers over me for a moment, eyes molten and burning into me, before going back to his discarded jeans and grabbing a condom from the pocket.
“Oh, so you planned this?” I tease.
“I like to be prepared around you,” he says huskily. He rolls the condom on and at once he’s over me again, rubbing his sex against mine. “Jenna, I need you to know, this isn’t just tonight for me. This is everything.” Miles's voice is raw with emotion, his eyes search mine for confirmation that the feelings of the past month seem to be bubbling over for both of us.
Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven as we hover on the precipice of something deeper than a physical release. I ache for Miles in a way I’ve never ached for anyone before.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “I feel the same way.”
The moment he sinks into me a wave of emotion crushes me—like nothing I’ve felt before. Miles thrusts in and out slowly, sending a shiver through me with each new entry. He threads his fingers through mine, pinning them above my head. Our eyes stay locked as we move in sync with each other. Two people connecting on another worldly level. His movements are slow and tentative at first, each stroke sending a shudder through me. “Miles,” I whimper. “Harder.”
“You feel too good. I’m not going to last,” Miles murmurs into my hair.
His breath is warm against my cheek and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me urgently as his desire amplifies. I open my mouth for him, nibbling at his bottom lip. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper to reach my most sensitive spot. I brush a stray curl off his forehead, and our eyes lock again.
This isn’t just desire—it’s gravity. It’s more than want, it’s need, it’s an ache, it’s everything I’ve never known I was missing. And I’m done fighting it.
For the past few years, my life has revolved around someone else’s needs. It created an emptiness in me that I didn’t know was there. Not anymore—now I feel full. Meeting Miles feels like fate. The realization overwhelms me, and my orgasm comes quickly, fueled by the emotion of it all. I cry out his name and my legs tremble as I tighten around him.
Miles drives into me as I come, desperately searching for his own release. It finds him quickly. “Oh my God… Jenna,” he cries out my name and collapses on top of me. We lie there, intertwined, sweating and breathing heavily, but content to be in each other’s arms.
And then we hear the rain.
26
MILES
It’s well after midnight, and I’m lying in Jenna’s bed wide-awake. It’s comfortable, with a white wooden frame fit for a young girl. The mattress, as I understand it, was hardly slept on all those years ago. Neutral seashore decor hangs on the walls. The room might be any other arbitrary bedroom in a beach house. But it’s not. It’s Jenna’s room and I can’t stop marveling at the fact that she’s lying on my chest, her legs intertwined through mine, sleeping comfortably.
The soft sounds of her peaceful breathing, the rain outside softly pelting the windowpane, and the incredible orgasm I just had with the woman of my dreams should have put me into a deep, unwavering slumber. Instead, I’m lost in thought. I can’t stop thinking about Jenna and how she ended up here with me. Not only that but after my conversation with my mom, I haven’t stopped thinking about the day my life was saved at the cost of another.
Something shifted between Jenna and me tonight, what I feel for her is bigger than anything I’ve ever known. I can’t explain it, but I feel connected to her in a way that has nothing to do with how we met. I’m also almost positive that I’m falling head overheels, completely in love with her. The way she dashed into my life and altered everything I thought I knew about love. The way she doesn’t want to be saved, yet all I want to do is save her, or at the very least, hold her hand through the hard stuff.
I sigh, and Jenna shifts in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering open. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” she yawns. “I thought I would have tired you out.”
“I can’t sleep,” I say quietly, stroking her jaw. “I’m sorry I disturbed you. Go back to sleep,” I whisper. I stroke her brown hair and Jenna’s eyes close again. My heart constricts. I can’t believe that I’m the one who is lying with her right now. I inch my way down and pull her closer to me. I close my eyes, knowing this is a moment I’ll remember forever. Just as I start to drift off, a large crash startles us both.
Jenna sits up, instantly alert. “What was that?” The fear in her eyes makes me hurl myself out of bed faster than a surfboard sale.
“I’ll go scope it out. Stay here,” I tell her, pulling gym shorts from my bag.
“Miles, what if it’s an intruder?” Jenna pulls the covers up over her bare chest.
I push my lips together, watching fear cloud her beautiful features. “Just stay here with Pete,” I repeat.
I dash down the stairs, poking my head in all the front rooms. I find nothing out of place. I venture down the short hallway to the kitchen—and that’s when I see it. And it’s going to drastically alter Jenna’s plans.
“Uh…Jenna?” I call. “I think you’d better come down here.”
