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I struggled to get enough air. The feeling of him against my skin, and inside me, robbed me of the ability to move or react. I was taut as a bowstring and felt that I was ready to shatter.
He slowly eased back before thrusting forcefully into me again, this time deeper. His thrusts drove me over the edge of reality. I fumbled to grab hold of his shoulders, scratching my nails down his arms as I tried to find purchase. But it was too late. Everything exploded as his passion drove my orgasm. I was lost to the sensations as wave after wave of spasms and electrical pulses took over my body.
I would have been lost to the abyss if it weren’t for Miles keeping me grounded, literally nailing me to the bed, anchoring me in place.
His face twisted and he looked as if he let out a silent scream as he joined me in orgasmic bliss.
8
MILES
Ihad never felt so warm and comfortable. There was something about Lydia’s bed, about Lydia, that was comforting. I think for the first time in my thirty-eight years, I understood the concept of cozy. And it was nice. What had I been missing out on all this time?
Why were men supposed to be rough and hard and endure discomfort when this luxury existed?
I bundled the sleeping form of the woman next to me into my arms, wrapping around her curves like a loving big spoon. She hummed and wiggled her ass against my groin. Damn, she was hot, physically warm, and she set my body on fire.
My cock, already half alert simply because I was touching her, sprang to full attention and prodded her.
She wiggled more, rubbing against me. She had to be awake and aware of what she was doing.
I nuzzled in against the back of her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin and placing small kisses under her ear.
She twisted and looked up at me. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and I loved it. My hands had given her that look. My touch put that soft smile on her face.
“I was asleep,” she said. It wasn’t a complaint, just a fact.
“But now you’re not,” I said as I rolled her the rest of the way onto her back. I positioned myself above her.
She wrapped one leg over my hip as I eased into her. Damn, taking her was so simple, so elegant. She was as ready for me as I was for her. We rocked together until I thought her bed was in danger of breaking apart.
Lydia’s moans and cries of delight were like whips driving me to harder, deeper, faster action. When we both had reached our release, I pulled her back into my arms and drifted back into the blissful coziness of sleeping in her bed.
I found her later, with damp hair, straightening up in the lobby. I had made use of her bathroom and taken a quick shower but was back in my same clothes. I would have loved to change into something fresh, but being trapped by the storm, I was lucky to be somewhere warm and safe.
I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her to me before claiming a quick kiss. “What’s on the agenda for today? More repairs?”
She let out a half-assed chuckle. “It’s never-ending. Unfortunately, it looks like today, I’ll be shoveling snow.”
I cast a glance out the window. The sunlight was blinding as it reflected off the white snow.
“Has it stopped snowing?”
“It’s topped, and it’s starting to melt. The snow plow did the other side of the street already. Once it hits this side, I’ll have to get out and clear off the sidewalk and the walkways.”
“You don’t sound too happy about that,” I said.
She gave me the saddest smile I had ever seen. I had seen bitter smiles, and smiles that were loaded with all sorts of other emotions. Women could twist their expressions to look like one thing while meaning something else, and Lydia’s smile was failing at hiding her true emotions.
“I hate shoveling,” she said. She twisted away and wiped at her eyes.
“Hey.” I grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face me. “What’s going on?”
“The roads are clear, Miles. My other guest has already checked out.” She locked her gaze with mine.
Realization dawned on me. “Oh, I see.”
“Look, I knew what I was getting myself into. You don’t have to worry about me. It was fun.”