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When his hands finally left my face, I nearly crumpled onto the mattress, my body weak with want. But before I could collapse, he caught me by the hips, his grip firm and steady, anchoring me.
His hands skimmed higher, the warmth of his palms setting fire to my skin as he lifted my t-shirt over my head. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, shoving them down, eager to finally feel his bare skin against mine.
Pushing me back, he climbed over me slowly, kissing my stomach and a path up to my collarbone before returning his lips to mine. He pressed his covered cock to my core, grinding down so that I was triggered by the contact. It was all I could do to nod, hoping he realized that I was begging for him to continue.
“Tell me what I need to hear, Lox. Use your words, baby.”
I was confused, because I hadn’t heard him ask me anything. There was nothing to say. I just wanted to feel.
But then my eyes locked with his and I knew exactly what he was waiting for.
Chapter Twenty-Three
MILES
It waseasy to pretend I was strong when I wasn’t around Loxley. But the moment I stepped into that house and saw her smile, every ounce of strength I had shattered. I was defenseless against her pull, lost in the gravity of everything she was.
And then she told me.
She remembered.
That fleeting moment months ago when our hands had brushed, when something unspoken but undeniable passed between us. It wasn’t just my imagination. It had meant something to her too. That realization hit me harder than I was prepared for, grounding me in the certainty that she was here, that she was real, that she was where she belonged. Even if she was right about it being temporary, it didn’t make it any less profound.
Her voice was barely more than a breath, but it shook me to my core.
“I need you, Miles. I’m on birth control. I’m clean. I trust you. I’m desperate.”
The words ran through me like wildfire, igniting something primal and unrelenting. Somewhere in that confession, I heardexactly what I needed. It was her trust, her want, her undeniable surrender.
I shoved my boxers down, pressing the head of my cock to her opening. Her thighs widened, heels pressing into my hips as she used her feet to push my shorts all the way to my ankles. I kicked them off, never looking away. Her eyes were dark with need, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath and the sweet, quiet sounds of anticipation slipping past her lips.
Slowly, I pushed inside, my body tightening as I watched her face, soaking in every flicker of emotion, every shift in expression. My heart pounded as the weight of the moment pressed down on me. My heart was racing, an intimate moment never having felt so damn monumental.Not because of who she was, but because of who I was.
Once I was buried inside her, I stilled, both of us caught in the realization that everything between us had just changed. No turning back. No pretending we could ignore it.
When I started moving again, she moaned, and the sound went straight to my head, my body tightening with the effort to hold back. I wrapped my arms around her, close enough to cage her in but not enough to crush her, keeping my weight balanced even as my lips found hers. Our kiss was desperate, messy, our tongues meeting in a clash of heat and urgency.
Her nails raked down my back, sharp enough that I knew she’d leave marks, sharp enough that I almost wished she’d go deeper, because the sting was the only thing keeping me grounded, the only thing keeping me from losing control too fast.
Tearing my lips from hers, I nudged her head to the side, my mouth brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Do I need to cuff you, Miss Anderson?”
She stilled, a slow, teasing smirk curling at the corners of her lips.
“Probably.”
I thrust harder inside her, driving a gasp from her lips as her nails bit into my back once more. I welcomed the sting, welcomed the way she clung to me like I was the only thing tethering her to reality. Leaning in, I nipped at her ear, letting her hear every ragged breath, every low groan, making sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
There was so much I wanted to do to this woman. So much I wanted to taste, feel, and claim. But at that moment, I needed to stay there, hovering over her, watching as she unraveled beneath me.
“You’re so beautiful, Lox,” I murmured against her skin, my voice thick with need. “Just like this. Underneath me. Falling apart. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Her head turned, her lips colliding with mine in a kiss that was all tongue and desperation. She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck, holding on like she was afraid I’d disappear. With one smooth motion, I flipped us over, settling her on top of me. She gasped at the shift, but her lips never left mine as she took control of the kiss, deepening it, owning it.
I gripped her thighs, guiding her movements, making sure she felt every inch of me in places she never could when I was on top. She let out a sharp moan, breaking our kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her breath warm against my lips.
I pushed her hair back, needing to see her face, needing to watch the pleasure consume her. Her breasts bounced with every roll of her hips, her mouth slack, her eyes heavy-lidded and lost in sensation. Just watching her nearly undid me.
