Page 36 of Heart Set on You

Rylee

I’m just leaving Josh’s trailer when I hear Miles’ voice. He catches up with me, his breath against my ear as he falls in step behind me. “You’ve been driving me mad all day.” His voice is low and gravelly as his hands grip my waist from behind me, pulling me around the corner and towards the trailers.

My smile widens, “What are you doing?”

“I need you now, Ryls,” he says, guiding me into his trailer and closing the door behind us. He turns the lock and then presses me hard against the door. His mouth hovers so close to mine I can feel his breath.

“Are you crazy? I’m working. What if Josh needs me?”

I tell myself this is a terrible idea. The walls of the trailer are so thin anyone could hear us. But I know I’m powerless to fight the arousal that courses through me whenever I’m with Miles. Hands down, one of the sexiest men in the world. And it’s been so long since I’ve had sex – an embarrassingly long time before last night. I want more.

Since last night, Miles is all I’ve been able to think about. I can still feel the weight of him over me. I can still taste his kisses. I can still hear the dreamy things he said. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Part of me still wondered if last night would turn out to be a single hot night with a man I have to face every day at work. Now here I am, pressed against Miles in his trailer. We all know workplace romances are taboo. We’re just asking for shit to blow up on set. But in this moment, all I want is Miles and a repeat of last night.

He takes my face in his hands and drops his lips to mine. I’m instantly woozy with lust when his tongue finds mine, eliciting a hungry moan from both of us. The sound fills the small space. The kiss is hot, possessive – a you-are-mine type of kiss.

“Someone will hear us,” I say, the words sounding breathy. But I know it’s not going to matter. It feels too good having his hard body pressed against mine. His body that I was up close and personal with last night. I want more of it - the grid of his abs under his shirt, his toned pecs with a light scatter of chest hair and his muscular arms that feel so good wrapped around me. God help me, I can’t stop.

He doesn’t let go of me, pushing his erection against my center, his tongue licking a line up the side of my neck. My skin tingles as he kisses the edge of my jaw. “I don’t give a damn. I can’t wait another second.”

Apparently that’s good enough reason for me, because my mouth finds his in a demanding kiss. My heart is beating wildly in my chest at the thought of Miles taking me up against this door. I can’t think straight I’m so needy with desire.

He’s showing me how skilled he is with his mouth, kissing my jaw, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, flicking his tongue over mine.

It’s mind-blowing.

He takes my hands, raising them up over my head. Then his hands run down my body to the hem of my shirt, pulling the fabric up over my chest. I moan for what seems like hours when his wet mouth trails open-mouth kisses over my skin. He starts at my navel then heads north until he finds my lace bra, pulling the cups down to lavish each breast. His thumbs brush over my nipples and they stiffen instantly. Fuck. This is what heaven must feel like.

He’s not gentle and I like him this way, owning me with intensity like he can never get enough. It’s sexy as hell watching the color of his eyes turn a vivid, wild, dark charcoal. The moans and sounds he makes. He wants me and I want him too. Bad.

“Fuck, Rylee. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growls, the sound of his voice letting me know how turned on he is. Just hearing him say I’m sexy makes me so hot. I feel wanted.

“So are you, Miles,” I tell him, hoping to make him feel like he just made me.

His hands leave my body to unbuckle his pants. He pulls them down just over his ass. I look down to admire his perfect dick, long and hard and ready for me. I can’t stop watching him as he grips the base of it, fisting his length in one long pull. He notices me shamelessly staring at his goods.

“You like what you see?” he asks, one brow cocked.

“I’d like it better inside of me,” I say, surprised at my unabashed choice of words, but then not surprised because he makes it so easy to talk to him. Even if it’s something I’m not used to. I’ve never been into dirty talk but with Miles, I can’t help it.

“Fuck Ryls, when you talk like that,” he says, kneeling to the ground at my feet, ripping my panties down my legs. I have to clench my jaw to stifle a moan at the site of Miles Bennett gazing up at me from his knees.

He slips his hand between my thighs, and my already hyperactive libido goes into overdrive. I’m breathless when he asks what we should do about protection.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask.

“Fuck. No,” he says. “I forgot to replace the one in my wallet.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m okay.”

“I’m clean too, but I’ve never gone bare before.”

His confession makes me happier than it should. The idea of getting this first with him makes my heart beat faster. “Me too. But if you’re worried, we don’t have-"

“Fuck, babe. I want to,” he says, slipping his hands under my thighs, lifting me up and holding me against the wall. My legs wrap tightly around him, my ankles lock against his back, and then he’s slipping inside me in one swift push. He pauses, glancing at me. His gaze is hooded, pupils dark, and he rumbles a soft, contented sound that curls my toes. I know the feeling. He feels incredible with no barrier between us and for a second I wonder if I’ll regret this later. But I push that thought a side enjoying the feeling of him. It feels better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

“You feel…” He rasps, and he still hasn’t moved. “It’s never felt as good as this… Feeling you… it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m already so close.”

He takes another minute before thrusting inside of me again and again. Over and over until he hits just the right spot and my orgasm creeps up on me.

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