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I drop my head to Miles’s shoulder and fall limp in his arms. Holy crap. I thought we had explosive sex before, but this was...this was like a reuniting of souls. It took all my courage, and then some, to come over tonight. Naked. Well, naked under my coat.

Go big or go home, Kendall said, and I think it worked. Only, I’m not going home. At least, I don’t think Miles wants me to leave.

“Does it still count if I’m inside you?”

“Hm?” I nuzzle his neck with my nose, inhaling his scent.

“The timer. Is it still running since I’m still inside you?”

“I lost track of time. Pretty sure I went unconscious for a minute or two.”

“Minute or two?” He squeezes my ass. “Yes! That means I lasted longer than ten seconds. Or maybe not, but that’s the story I’m going with.”

I giggle and curl my arms tighter around his shoulders. He’s so broad, so wide, so strong, and I feel so safe when I’m with him. Not that I’ve ever feared for my safety, but he makes me feel at home. What home should feel like. Unconditional love. Comfort. Respect.

“You keep purring in my ear like that and round two’s gonna take place against this door again instead of in my bed.”

As long as I’m in your arms, I don’t care.

“Okay,” I say instead. While I’ve been working on expressing my feelings, I’m still not entirely comfortable with this new me. Not because of Miles or anything he’s done or hasn’t done. I realize it’s all mental, all psychological. My family’s done a lot of damage, and I’m not going to change overnight, but I was tired of waiting for everything to be perfect before expressing my love for Miles.

He has no idea how hard it was for me to say those three little words. The only time I’ve ever said them is to Kendall and Riley, and even then, it’s a quick, love you . Which has a different feeling than, I love you .

Someday I’ll tell Miles he’s the first. It’ll light up his face like a little boy on Christmas morning. I want to make him happy, to be the one to bring him joy. My words will do that soon, but for now, I’ll show him with actions.

“Row, honey. You keep squeezing my dick with that delicious pussy of yours. Are you telling me you want more?”

“I believe you promised me more.”

“Damn, woman.” He lifts me up on his hips, keeping us joined, and turns toward his bedroom. He makes it two steps before he loses his balance and we go crashing to the floor. “Fuck. Damn. Shit. Are you okay?”

Miles cradles my head and hovers over me, and he’s still buried deep inside me. He lifts himself on his forearms and scans my face for signs of pain.

“I’m fine. Looks like you’ve been slacking off in the weight room or I’ve put on too many holiday pounds.”

He frowns at me. “Negative to both.” He looks over his shoulder then back at me. “I forgot my joggers were around my knees. You were so needy and didn’t give me time to strip properly. It’s all your fault.”

“Oh, is it now?” I giggle, running my hands along his shoulders and down his arms. “You sure it’s not the lack of muscles here?” I try to pinch him, but his skin is tight over his bulging biceps.

“Brat.”

He blows a raspberry on my neck, which is my ticklish spot, and makes me laugh harder, which pushes him out from between my legs. I feel his absence instantly, and my eyes grow wide, as do his.

A warm trickle spills down my seam and pools underneath me. My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

Miles pushes back to his knees and my legs lay sprawled on either side of him. “Well, look at this mess you made.”

I try to close my legs, but he has me trapped. “Oh, God,” I moan, mortified. Squeezing my eyes shut, I drape my arm over my face. “I’ll clean it up. Can you give me some privacy?”

He clucks his tongue and runs his finger along the inside of my thigh. “You’re lying in a bucket of cum. This is your fault.” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, and I sneak my eyes open.

Bucket of cum? Who says that? Miles. Miles says stuff like that. He’s staring down between my legs, a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He snaps his head up then moves so he’s hovering over me. “Sorry for drawing out the pounds of cum I’ve been storing up since we last made love? I don’t think you’re sorry one bit. I think you liked putting me in cardiac arrest. Is that so you could revive me after, Doc?”

I shake my head, trying to follow his line of logic, which is like a long, complicated math problem with a few words or sentences missing so you have to figure it out on your own.

“It’s my mess too.”

“Not really.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I licked, sucked, and drank most of your cum.”

Ho-ly shit. Dirty talking Miles Buckingham is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Even when he’s looking at me with those lusty eyes, and his body is moving deep inside me, he still manages to bring a smile—and often laughter—to my face.

Shivers run down my body. “Can we go to your bedroom now?”

His caramel eyes dance with mischief. “Cold, baby?”

I shake my head and he glances down at my pebbled nipples.

“Then why are your nipples slicing open my chest?” He drags his torso down my body and pulls one into his mouth.

My back arches off the floor and I moan. He massages my other breast,and I run my foot along the back of his thigh. My heel gets caught in his joggers, so I push them down as far as I can reach.

“You want these off?” he asks, switching to my other breast.

“Yes.”

“Your wish is my command.” He jumps to his feet with more dexterity than I would think a six-foot-five man should have and kicks his pants aside. He stands over me, hands on his hips, erection pointing straight at me. “Fuck, you’re a vision. So pretty with your lips plump and pink from my mouth.” He drops his gaze to my breasts. “They match your nipples.” His gaze moves farther south between my legs. “And your other lips. I could stare at you all night.”

My hands move to cover my breasts and crotch.

“Don’t be shy with me now, Rowan.” Like a switch has been flipped, his eyes darken and his dick twitches. “Fuck.”

Miles reaches down for my hand, pulls me up, then flips me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.

Oh. My. God. No one has ever spanked me before. My pussy clenches and I think I might have leaked a little. His cum or mine, I’m not sure.

I stare down at the mess on his floor. “Miles. We need to clean that up or it will stain your carpet.”

“A permanent marking of our love? I’m game. Let’s make a mess all over this place. Let’s stain it with our love.”

“You did not just say that.” I try to act horrified, but I can’t help my laughter as he jogs to his bedroom and flops me on his bed.

“And they say romance is dead.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “This”—he drags his hands down his sides—“is two hundred thirty pounds of romance, and it’s all for you, baby.” He kisses me deep and adds, “And a few pounds of cu—”

“Miles!” I push at his chest and laugh.

“Sorry. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten how to talk in front of a respectable woman.”

I lower my eyes to where his erection rubs against my stomach. “Maybe I don’t want you to treat me like a respectable woman,” I whisper.

Miles stills above me and tilts his head. I can feel the intensity of his stare and finally lift my eyes to his.

“I love you. And I respect you.” He leans back and grips his cock, then says, “But I’m going to destroy your pussy and fuck you like I don’t,” before he rams himself inside me.

My body slides up the mattress and my head hits the headboard. I clutch at the sheets as my back arches and he drives into me over and over again.

“Miles. Oh, God.”

“Tell me to slow down, Rowan. Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t you dare stop.” I hook my foot around his ass and lift myself into him. It’s hard, it’s deep, it’s frantic. It’s what I need to break through the barrier I put between us these past few months.

Miles pulls out and sits back on his heels, and I whine at the loss. Reaching for his thighs, I try to pull him back in.

“I need a second, baby. I want this to last.” He inches farther away, and when I think he’s going to leave me alone, I feel his tongue on my clit.

“Oh. Yes.” I reach down and guide his head as he circles my clit, then fills me with his fingers. He swirls them inside me and strums me with this thumb.

“Mm. That’s it, Rowan. Come for me, baby.” He pushes down on my lower abdomen and all the blood in my body rushes to my head. My legs lock and I gasp for air as my torso sits up to ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.

The room turns black as I squeeze my eyes shut, my pussy around his fingers, and my legs around his waist. Bolt after bolt after bolt of the orgasm shoots through my body, but he doesn’t slow his movements.

Not until my body collapses, does Miles let up.

“Holy shit, that was beautiful.” He rolls next to me and turns me to my side as he curls around me. “You’re my everything, Rowan.”

He lifts my leg and slides into me. My body is weak from riding the highest high I’ve ever experienced. His movements are slow as he strokes my hip and kisses my shoulder, then my neck.

“I love you so much, Rowan. Stay with me forever.”

We make love through the night, slowly, passionately. Miles doesn’t stop telling me he loves me and how much I mean to him.

“You’re my everything too, Miles,” I say right before I fall asleep.