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Maybe that made me a caveman, but I didn’t care. It was the truth.
“Me either,” I admitted, my voice thick as her grip tightened, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I wasn’t innocent, not by a long shot, but I wasn’t lying either. Nothing in my life had ever felt this intimate. I’d never showered with anyone. Never shared my bed. My home had always been mine alone. Until Lox.
Without a second thought, I gripped her thighs and lifted her, pressing her back against the cool tile. A sharp gasp left her lips as she clung to me, her body molding perfectly against mine. Holding her in place with my weight, I lined myself up and thrust into her hard, the tenderness from earlier completely replaced with something raw, something urgent.
She cried out, her arms and legs tightening around me, surrendering completely as I took control.
It was insane. Less than fifteen minutes ago, I had been completely spent, convinced I couldn’t possibly need more. But Lox had turned me into a fucking fiend. Now that I knew how good she felt, now that I knew what it was like to have her like this, I knew I’d never get enough.
“Miles,” she moaned, her voice breathless, needy.
Fuck. That did something to me.
“Say that again,” I growled against her skin, desperate to hear it one more time.
For a second, she hesitated, her lips hovering near my ear. Then, finally, she whispered it again, her voice drenched in pleasure.
“Miles. Harder.”
I obeyed instantly, driving into her with two deep, punishing thrusts.
Her response was immediate. Her head fell back against the tile, her body tightening around me as she screamed, her melodic voice echoing off the walls like the sweetest fucking song she’d ever sung. The sound sent me spiraling, my rhythm faltering as pleasure tore through me, leaving me weak.
I barely had the strength to hold us up, but I didn’t let go.
Didn’t let her go.
Because at that moment, I knew I never wanted to.
Chapter Twenty-Four
LOXLEY
Somehow,we made it out of the shower and into the kitchen, scavenging for food like two half-starved animals. The air between us was light, tinged with a glow that hadn’t been there before. We settled on peanut butter sandwiches. I offered to make them while Miles disappeared to secure the gun he’d tossed onto the coffee table in the heat of the moment.
When he returned, his shoulders relaxed, though a faint furrow remained on his brow. He sighed as he joined me at the small table, shaking his head. “I’m never that reckless with my weapon.”
I smirked, licking peanut butter off my thumb. “I guess that’s my fault?”
“Most of the trouble in the past week has been your fault, Lox.” He winked, then took a bite of his sandwich. His eyes widened like a kid tasting something magical. “Holy shit, this is good.”
I laughed, the sound bubbling out of me. “It’s literally just bread and peanut butter. Same thing you made yesterday for our picnic.” I took a slow bite, savoring the simplicity of it. “But I’ll admit, after two orgasms and a warm shower, this might be the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”
We fell into a comfortable silence. We stole glances at each other between bites, sharing goofy smiles like teenagers with a crush. My cheeks ached from grinning so much, but I couldn’t stop. Miles looked exhausted, though as his head leaned back slightly, his eyes hooded but still locked on me.
When he finished, I grabbed his empty plate and tossed it into the sink. The clink of ceramic against metal echoed softly in the quiet room. As I walked back to him, I realized that if we hadn’t put clothes on, I would have climbed onto his lap and begged him to take me again, exhaustion be damned.
Instead, I reached for his hand. “Come on.”
He let me pull him to his feet, his larger hand enveloping mine. I led him toward the darkened hall, flipping off lights as we went. I also used his little trick, murmuring a command to Alexa, and the main light in the house obeyed, plunging us into near darkness.
When we reached his bedroom door, I stopped, suddenly shy. It felt like I was dropping him off after a date. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then his lips, soft and fleeting. “Goodnight.”
I turned to leave, but before I could take a single step, his arms wrapped around my waist. In one effortless motion, he lifted me off the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the rat room?” I laughed, confused but amused.
