Page 6 of Boarding Pass (Hearts Without Borders #1)

Chapter six

Miles presses his mouth to mine.

His kiss consumes me, deep and deliberate, like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment.

It’s not just a kiss—it’s a fire, a pull so intense it leaves me trembling, undone. No one has ever kissed me like this. With this much hunger. This much need. Like I’m the only woman who exists in his world. It’s overwhelming. And, I don’t want it to stop.

Moaning, I thrust my hands into his hair, slashing my tongue against his. We go at each other for what feels like hours until he draws back from my mouth. “I need to be inside you, Sophie.”

God. I can’t wait. “Yes. Yes. Hurry.”

I manage to loosen my hair, which spills down over my shoulder as he pulls the zipper of my dress down my back.

I sit up, holding it against my breasts, watching as he goes to work on the buttons of his jeans.

When he stands before me in a pair of boxer briefs, I lower my arm and let the bodice fall to my waist.

“Damn.” He rests one knee on the bed next to me, staring at my distended nipples through my sheer black bra.

I flick the clasp between my breasts and the cups fall away, baring them to him.

He reaches out and thumbs each taut peak one after the other and looks into my eyes.

“You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. ”

Here we are in Paris. Naked in my hotel room. Strangers. No, friends. Meh…a vacation fling.

Or, maybe , soul mates.

All I know is it’s time. “Fuck me, Miles.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Miles grins and nips my bare shoulder and bends down to grab his wallet from his jeans.

I dare a glance at the tent in his underwear and hiss out a breath as I clamp my palm around his length. “You’re huge.”

“Sophie.” He grabs me around the waist with one arm and tugs me backward, causing me to release my grip.

Bites my earlobe, playfully. “Let it be known, I’m not gonna fuck you until you beg for my cock.

Plead for it. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep doing this—“ he pinches my nipples one by one then swipes a finger along my slit ”—while you get wetter and wetter. ”

His smutty talk has me gushing, but what he doesn’t realize is there’s a dirty girl inside me raging to get out and I want Miles to unlock my cage. Swiftly, my hand dives under the waistband of his briefs and grips his thick shaft, thumbing the wetness over the tip. “Maybe I’ll make you beg too.”

Miles laughs. “Touché.”

“Lots of talk. No action yet,” I taunt.

He leans over to suck on the side of my neck and plunges his fingers inside me all the way to the hilt. “Okay miss lippy-pants. Let’s get back to the action.” He finds the spot that drove me wild earlier and strokes. “You’re so tight and wet around me. I think you were made for my cock.”

“ Ahhhhhhh ,“ I quiver-moan as he grazes his teeth down the line of my throat, still managing to stroke him up and down.

“Tell me what you want. Use your words.” Miles bucks into my hand frantically.

“I want your cock in me. Deep and hard.” The words burst out of me in a torrent. “I want you to fuck me so hard I scream. I want the people in the next building to know how good I’m being fucked. I want to let go for once. Know what it’s like to be free.”

Once I admit my most carnal desire, I feel a rush of heat climb my neck and I almost pull back, folding into myself, embarrassed for daring to ask for so much from a man I just met.

Too much.

Miles tilts my face up to his with his free hand, eyes blazing so intensely, it steals away my breath. “Sophie,” he says, low and anguished, “stay with me in this moment. Don’t ever shy away from asking for everything you deserve. I swear, if you let me, I’ll give you anything you need.”

I nod, unable to speak. Unable to believe how this night is unfolding .

Miles grabs the condom he retrieved from his jeans and tears it open, rolling it down his shaft. He positions himself between my legs on his knees and fists his cock, flicking it through my folds. “Guide me home. Put me in you.”

“Okay.” I look down and place my hand over his, showing him how I like it. Together we watch as I run the tip of his cock through my swollen lips. Drag him through the slick trails of my arousal. Place him at my entrance and take him all the way in with one roll of my hips.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

“God.” Miles squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t move, baby. Let me feel you like this for a minute.”

We stay like this for a few seconds before I grip his forearms, which are braced on either side of my head. “Please move,” I purr. “I need it.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ve got control now.” He bites his lips and thrusts all the way in. Slowly. Then does it again. “You feel… ahhhhh .”

I tilt my ass up to receive him. “Faster, Miles. Please. Fuck me.”

My words seem to scorch a path of lightning through his entire being. He grips my hips and pulls all the way out, hovering with just his tip inside while I shiver with anticipation. He sinks in slow and deep, then changes the angle and begins to hammer in and out of me in short, driving strokes.

My breasts bob and shake from the force of his thrusts and he rotates his hips, jockeying his knees underneath my thighs, allowing him to surge even deeper. He leans down and captures a nipple between his teeth and presses his thumb against my lips. “Suck it like it’s my cock.”

I do as he asks and swirl my tongue around his thumb, licking and sinking my teeth into his flesh.

Miles lets out a ragged groan, dropping his forehead to my neck as he pumps faster.

Harder. Punishing. Exquisite. Fucking me how I’ve always wanted it.

Hitting a spot deep inside me so expertly, I don’t even know what to do with myself, so I grab his ass with my free hand and enjoy the ride as I suck like a maniac.

His tongue snakes out and licks a path under my jaw. “How am I doing?” He presses the fingers of his free hand low on my belly, increasing the friction so intensely, I suck in a breath. “Can you feel how deep I am?”

I’m so close to exploding, I can’t answer. All I can do is moan, low and breathy as I clench around him .

“Soph?” He stills and shifts his face toward mine. “Are you okay? Talk to me. God, I’ll stop?—“

“Don’t you dare.” I release Miles’s thumb and dig my nails into his ass. “I was about to come like a volcano. Or, I was, before you stopped.”

He bellows with laughter which, probably inadvertently sends him deeper. “I’m sorry, let’s get you there again.”

Miles pulls out all the way and plunges back in, creating friction precisely where I need it.

Again and again he moves inside me until I’m tightening around him, rocking into his thrusts and chasing my pleasure with complete and utter abandonment.

He smashes his mouth against mine in a hungry, desperate kiss, sliding his tongue over mine.

“Finish me,” I beg, encircling his cock with my fingers where it slips in and out of my body. “I’m so fucking close.”

Without hesitation, Miles slides his finger along my clit and begins circling.

Rotates his hips. We grind and thrust against each other’s hands, our flesh slapping together in a frenzy.

My pussy begins to quake and Miles drives home one final time.

My orgasm explodes through my body, taking my sanity and consciousness and everything I thought I knew about life and turning it upside down.

He follows me with gasps and grunts, pumping his release into the condom.

His hand rests on my hip for a while as we regain our equilibrium.

Eventually, he pulls out, shedding the rubber before falling in bed next to me.

Wrapping his arms around my belly, he presses his face into my hair and kisses my temple. “Incredible.”

“ Incroyable .“ I turn in his embrace and rest my head against his chest.

Lying in Miles’s arms, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, I can’t help but wonder about fate.

How a single impulsive decision—to stay in Paris a little longer, to walk into a random wine bar—could lead me here, to this moment that feels both impossible and meant to be.

Of course as I close my eyes, wrapped in the quiet rhythm of his breathing, doubt creeps in.

What if this is just a fleeting moment for him? A Paris fling…

Should I let him stay with me tonight?

Or should I ask him to go?