Page 30 of Deception & Daylight (Oak Ridge #3)

Mags

? Daylight - Taylor Swift

I t’s early evening when we arrive back at the inn, and the mood is quiet and somber, neither of us knowing quite what to say. It’s Miles who finally breaks the silence. “Thank you for being there for her. And for staying when I know you probably wanted to be anywhere else.”

“Of course. Lucy’s been good to me. I wanted to be there for her. And for you.” I follow Miles onto the porch, stopping just outside the door. When I turn to head inside, he snags me by the wrist.

“Wait,” he says. “Come for a walk with me?” He’s a shadow of the self-assured man I know, his usual confidence replaced by a hesitant uncertainty that feels profoundly wrong.

I nod in agreement, letting him tug me along the sidewalk. He laces our fingers, and I wrap my other hand around his bicep, pulling him against me to combat the slight chill coming off the lake. His responding smile could melt an iceberg. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” His lip twitches and his blue eyes shine with amusement, but there’s an undercurrent of heat in the way his gaze pierces me.

“You know what you look like. Stop it.” He releases my hand but I don’t have time to miss the contact as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and curls me into his side.

Keeping me tucked against his body, he turns down the cobblestone path towards the gazebo I have yet to visit.

It looks like something out of a fairytale with intricate spindles and vines snaking up the white weathered lattice work.

He seats himself on the top step and pulls me onto his lap.

I stumble slightly, crashing onto his thighs, my giggle echoing through the structure. “What are you doing?”

“If I can’t look at you, I’m gonna hold you instead.” He blows out a long breath and smoothes a hand over my messy hair. “I just need a minute. Today scared the shit out of me, and I need to regain some sense of control.”

I shift in his hold, turning so I’m straddling his lap, running my fingers through his mussed up hair, just the way he likes. “Tell me what you need.”

His hands wrap around my spine, pulling me tight against his chest. “You’re walking a fine line, Mags.”

“Tell me what you need, Miles. You want to take control, so do it.”

He hesitates for a minute, and when he speaks it’s not at all what I’m expecting. “Will you let me take care of you? Nothing sexual.”

“What would that look like?” This dynamic is foreign to me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued. I want to know what it’s like to be taken care of.

His fingertips graze my temple when he sweeps a lock of hair off my forehead, and the featherlight touch sends a shiver of anticipation racing down my spin e.

“It would mean your complete surrender. You do everything I ask without question. If you don’t like something, use your safe word.

I’ll stop immediately and we’ll talk things through. ”

“Ok.” The word is little more than a breathy sigh. I want this. More than I’m willing to admit.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. If this is what you need, I’ll do it.”

Miles grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to meet his hopeful gaze. “It’s not only about me, baby. It’s a mutual agreement. I get to take control, and you get to surrender. It doesn’t work if one of us isn’t into it.”

“Miles?”

“Yeah?”

“Take me home. ”

Miles

I lift her into my arms and carry her inside, depositing her near the soaker tub in her en suite bathroom.

She opens her mouth to speak, but I quiet her with my lips.

She melts into the kiss and it takes all of my self-restraint to keep things PG.

I want her so fucking badly, but I need her complete surrender so much more than that.

I twist the tap, testing the water until it’s the perfect temperature before adding in the lavender bubble bath.

Carefully stripping off her dress, one thin strap at a time, I watch as it pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a small cotton thong.

I sink to my knees and pull it down her thighs, kissing the delicate skin of her lower stomach with a gentle brush of my lips against her soft flesh.

Her breath hitches on contact, and I place another kiss on the other side of her belly button just to elicit that same sound before I stand. “Get in the tub, baby girl.”

Wordlessly , she follows my command, sinking into the water, the bubbles skimming just below her nipples.

Grabbing the loofah, I pour a dollop of her rose scented body wash and drag it over her body, starting at her toes and working my way up.

Her eyes close as I skim over her breasts, breathy sighs escaping her parted lips.

She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.

She doesn’t open her eyes as I replace the loofah and strip out of my clothes. The sound of my belt hitting the floor catches her attention, and her eyes scan over my very naked body. “Not now,” I warn. She frowns, and the slight crease in her brow is so damn cute. “Scoot forward.”

She obeys, and I slide in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she rests her head against my chest. Sweeping her hair over one shoulder, I dip my chin, placing a soft kiss against her collarbone. “I’m going to wash your hair now. Slide down a little.”

With her head leaned back, I take my time raking my fingers over her scalp, lathering the rich chestnut brown strands with her shampoo, before repeating the process with her conditioner.

Her expression is pure bliss by the time I’m finished, and I want to take a picture so I can remember what she looks like when she’s not trying desperately to hold herself together.

Has nobody ever shown this delicate woman the care and attention she deserves?

Brushing one final kiss against her temple, I help her out of the tub and dry her off, wrapping her hair in a fluffy towel before pulling a robe over her shoulders, and grabbing one for myself.

She hasn’t uttered a single word since we left the gazebo, giving up control in absolutely every way, but I miss the sound of her voice, and I need to check in with her.

I’ve never shared this part of myself with any other woman, and the thought of losing her is enough to make me pause. “How are you feeling?”

“So good .” She smiles lazily up at me, and that’s when I feel it — she’s my perfect match. She’s everything I’ve been missing in my life up until now. And she’s poised to fucking leave me.

I usher her to the bed, tamping down on the need to tell her how I feel and ask her to stay.

I untie the knot in her robe, baring her to me.

“Kneel on the bed until I get back.” I brace myself for the safe word, but it never comes, and she’s on her knees at the foot of the bed in seconds, her eyes full of something I can’t quite describe. The sight is one I won’t soon forget.

Retreating to the kitchen, I gather up a plate of snacks — some fruit, crackers, and cheese — along with two bottles of water and a pack of her favorite gummy bears.

When I walk back into the suite, she’s exactly where I left her, and her mouth tips into a slight smile when she spots me. Fuck, she’s incredible.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby. Such a good girl.

” Sinking onto the edge of the mattress, I pull her over my lap and snag a green grape from the tray.

“Open.” She obeys, and I slide the grape between her lips, her tongue darting out to lick my finger as she pulls it into her mouth.

This is the most sensual experience I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even fucked her.

I continue to feed her from my hand, soaking in her little sounds of contentment.

Once she’s finished with half of the tray, I pull the gummy bears from my back pocket and her face lights up.

I tear into the package and hand it to her.

“Thank you for trusting me. For giving yourself over to me.”

“Are you rewarding me with gummy bears?” she asks, a slight teasing tone to her voice.

“Are you complaining?”

“Not even a little bit.” She pops one into her mouth and throws her head back in satisfaction. “I needed this, too, you know.”

“I do kn ow.” I skate a hand up her thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin under my calloused palm. She instantly spreads for me, giving me a mouthwatering view of her soaking wet pussy. “Is this all for me, baby girl?” I ask, sliding a finger through her wetness before sucking it into my mouth.

Without a word, she places the bag of gummy bears on the table and straddles my lap, her fingers going to the knot in the robe. “Dominant Miles really does it for me,” she says, her palms sliding up my torso as she pushes the robe off my shoulders.

“We don’t have to do anything else.”

“I want this. I want you.” She kisses me deeply, her tongue tangling with mine until we’re both a little breathless.

I palm her hips and lift her slightly so she’s hovering over my shaft. “Then take me, baby. Sink onto my cock and ride me.”

Without hesitation, she places me at her entrance and slowly lowers herself onto my length, inch by tortuous inch. Once she’s fully seated, I guide her back and forth in a rocking motion, angling her hips so my cock hits her g-spot before pulling back and thrusting forward again.

Her eyes close and she throws her head back, her hands reaching back to grip my knees.

The sounds of ecstasy fill the room, her pussy clenching around my length.

She’s close, and she’s going to rip the orgasm right out of me any second.

Releasing one hand from her hip, I place my thumb against her clit, adding another layer of stimulation that has her panting and crying out my name.

“That’s it. Take what you need. Fuck yourself on my cock and tell me who you belong to. ”

“Miles. Fuck, I’m coming.”

Her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, her entire body shaking violently as she collapses against my chest. One more thrust and I’m filling her with my release, her name on my lips and my heart in the palm of her hand.