Page 78 of Heart Set on You

My throat aches.

Rylee is leaving me tomorrow.

I pull her up from the chair, grabbing her face in my palms. I kiss her lips, her chin, her jaw. She leans her head to the side so I can kiss her neck. “I’ll visit the first chance I get. I promise,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her head, fusing my lips to hers. “Now let’s get in bed. Tonight is our last night in this house and I plan on making the most of it. I might not let you leave.”

“I might be okay with that,” Rylee replies, then wraps her arms around my waist, kissing me.

I back her into the bedroom without breaking the kiss. We stop at the foot of the bed and undress each other slowly. Taking our time like we have an abundance of it when really the clock is ticking. Soon, we’re naked and needy, hands all over each other. It’s sexy, it’s hot and we’re desperate for more. Both painfully aware that this could be our last time together.

She’ll be gone tomorrow.

And somehow life will go on.

* * *

I’m going to miss this.

Rylee made us breakfast this morning – scrambled egg sandwiches with a bowl of mixed berries on the side – and my stomach is happy.

We’re sitting on the deck, the morning air still chilly but not cool enough to force us back inside. Her long, bronze legs are stretched out, resting on the chair beside her. She’s in nothing but my T-shirt. I’ve decided it’s the look I like best on her.

“You never did teach me how to make these,” I say, referring to her famous breakfast sandwiches.

She arches a brow, setting her coffee cup down on the table, “They are scrambled eggs. Miles, how are you 26 years old and you still don’t know how to scramble an egg?”

I laugh. “You may not have realized, but I’m a momma’s boy and this boy’s momma enjoys cooking for her kids. I’ve never had to learn.”

She smirks. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you.”

All I hear is innuendo because I’m a guy and I’m rarely not thinking about sex. “I know exactly what you could do with me,” I say, leaning in close to her, kissing the sensitive skin under her ear. This is my last chance to get my fill of her and I don’t plan on wasting a second.

“Mmm. Do that again,” she says, tipping her neck to give me better access. I’m only too happy to give her what she wants.

“But Miles?” she sighs. “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” I ask her, my voice low and gravelly. “I don’t see how me being inside of you could ever be considered a problem.”

She turns her head to face me. “That’s because you are insatiable.”

“When it comes to you, I can never get enough. I seem to recall you wanting me again and again last night too.”

Rylee taps her finger to her temple pretending to consider this. “Really? What exactly do you recall?”

“Every single second,” I say in between kisses down the slope of her neck. “Fuck, Ryls, it was so hot.” And it was. It always seems to surprise me how badly I want her. Once is never enough with her. But I don’t think it’s just the sex. In fact, I know it’s not. It’s everything that comes afterwards too. Having her in my arms, savoring every second with her.

Rylee swallows, her eyes darkening, locking with mine. “It’s always amazing with you. It always feels incredible.”

“So, we should do it again. Right now. And maybe not just once.”

“We should…” she says, so I immediately lean in to kiss her, before she stops me with her finger to my chest. “The problem, Miles. Remember? We have one problem.”

“I already forgot,” I mumble the words, my mouth hot on her neck again.

She giggles and I want to record that sound so I can play it back on repeat after she goes. After she goes. How am I ever going to be able to say goodbye to her?

“You have a meeting to get to and you can’t be late.”

“Then I’ll cancel it. I don’t care about the meeting. I only care about you.”

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