Page 94 of Chasing Stars
I pull away and look up at Miles and he leans down, pressing his forehead into mine. “Thank you,” I murmur. “This means so much to me.”
“Youmean so much to me.” Miles kisses my forehead. “If your dad hadn’t rescued me, I might never have met you.”
“It feels a little like fate,” I admit, sniffling. I’ve missed Miles so much these past few weeks—ofcourseI have. I assumed he’d given up after the day at my house. Being in Cape May, rediscovering my family, sorting through old heirlooms, feeling my parents’ presence in every corner of this town—it’s given me a sort of closure I didn’t even realize I needed. But if Miles hadn’t come for me today, I would have gone to him and begged for another chance. Because now I know—it wasn’t just timing or coincidence. It was something bigger. It was meant to be.
“Jenna, I love you so much. Please, please give me another chance. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you have made me these past few months.” Miles’s eyes are shiny, and he blinks back a tear.
“I love you, too,” I admit, letting my own tears fall. Miles catches one on his thumb.
“You do?” His voice quivers.
“Yes,” I say, smiling through my tears.
“Does this mean you don’t want to sell your house?” Miles asks, not bothering to hide the hope from his trembling voice. His palm finds my cheek and he meets my eyes.
“Miles,” I whisper. “Take me home.”
He kisses me deeply before scooping me into his arms and carrying me back to his car.
Home. Thatstillsounds right.
46
MILES
Luckily, there is no one on the road this Thanksgiving, because I drive over the speed limit, barely making every light, desperate to get us to Jenna’s house. She is leaning across the center console, staring at me, stroking my thigh while I drive. My erection throbs beneath my jeans. I have never wanted anyone so bad in my life. I glance sideways at her, and she gives me a seductive grin.
“You’re trouble,” I tease, taking the turn onto her street a bit too widely.
“I want you, Miles,” she whispers.
I roll the car up to the curb in front of her house. “Your wish is my command.” I tip her chin and kiss her softly before hopping out of the car.
I don’t even make it to her side before she’s on the sidewalk, looking at me with those hazy bedroom eyes. She makes a come-hither motion with her index finger and then takes off for the front porch, laughing.
I chase after her and catch her around the waist, kissing her neck and earlobes from behind. Happiness blooms in my chest and a knot forms in my throat. I can’t believe I get to call hermine. She stops fighting me and basks in the desire growing rapidly between us. I let my breath linger in her ear for a second, our pulses racing synchronously. Then she whirls around to face me, the playful mood suddenly gone, replaced with urgent need. Jenna tangles her fingers in my overgrown curls and her mouth finds mine. The kiss starts slow, drawing me in with its quiet urgency. It’s as if time itself has paused to make room for the innate connection between the two of us. I’m breathless and longing for more when Jenna pulls away, her lips plump from kissing, curved into a mischievous smirk. She takes my hand and leads me up the front steps. I don’t let go while I wait for her to unlock the door.
Neither of us speak once we’re inside. The house is drafty, but I’m warm all over. I pull Jenna close to me again, pressing my erection into her and kissing from her neck to her collarbone. Jenna moans softly when I reach the nape of her neck, just above her shoulder.
“Miles, I need you,” she whispers. “Take me upstairs.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I scoop her up the same way I did at the beach, carrying her all the way up to her room, kicking the door open. I stand at the foot of her bed, laying her down gently as she gazes up at me.
“Jenna, you are so beautiful,” I croak. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
Jenna props herself up on her elbows, biting her lip. “What are you waiting for, then?”
That’s all it takes.
The urgency is gone, replaced by something smoother, something to savor. I slip off my sport coat, never taking my eyes off Jenna as I slowly unbutton my dress shirt. Then I hover over her, lifting her hooded sweatshirt up and over her head. Her brown locks cascade around her shoulders. The sight of her in her black bra, wild hair, and seductive gaze is enough to undome right here and now. Jenna leans forward and starts working my belt buckle, sliding my jeans to my ankles. My dick is begging to be let out, but I push Jenna gently back onto the bed and kiss all the way down her body until I get to the waistband of her leggings. I slide them off and then hover over her, letting the heat of our bodes meld together.
“Let’s take our time,” Jenna whispers, sliding up to the pillows.
I follow, crawling over her, kissing her neck and jawline. “What about the pie?” I tease through kisses.
“This is so much better than pie.” Jenna grins, pulling my face up toward hers. She kisses me hungrily, nibbling on my lower lip. Our breath combines with each tender kiss, a mix of relief to be together and desire to melt into each other.
I move down, unclasp her bra, and take each of her nipples in my mouth, eliciting a moan from her that drives me wild. I swirl my tongue around the erect, pink tip, dragging my teeth gently behind. Jenna cries out, and I groan in response, our noises carrying unspoken pleas to start anew.
