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Eva had heard every line in the book. She cherished this one. It was better than anything she’d heard on the set or off. Was it just a line or did he mean it? Even an honest cowboy could drop a schmoozy line to try to get a famous actress to kiss him.
In Miles’s arms, it was impossible to think straight or to believe he wasn’t genuine. She believed she was the deepest yearning of his heart. His touch was magical, and she was consumed by him.
He tilted his head, fused their mouths together, and captured her completely.
Captured was too mild. Miles Coleville took command of her lips like a man on a mission, a soldier returning from war and kissing his lifelong love, a cowboy claiming his girl with all the determination, thoroughness, and loyalty a cowboy could display, a man aching for the woman he’d loved his entire life and finally they were melded together. They were one heart, body, and soul.
The description was too much, yet it didn’t feel like nearly enough.
Eva wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. She knocked off his hat and mussed up his thick hair. She knew he didn’t care about the hat. He didn’t care about anything but her.
The front door opened and then quickly closed again. They ignored it.
Miles swept her off her feet, carried her across the porch and to the swing. He settled into the wide seat with her cradled as close as she could be to his strong chest. She could feel his heart pounding against hers as the swing rocked and then settled.
He paused for half a beat, threaded his hand into her hair, massaging her scalp and making her tingle head to toe. Then he whispered, “Oh, Eva,” before he kissed her again.
They exchanged kisses born of desperation, longing, love. They were conquering the fear together that they would never get here, never be together. Reaching this spot, entangled in Miles’s arms, him securing her heart, she knew it was worth the long, long wait. Several lifetimes, just as he’d said.
They exchanged kisses created of and fueling the sparks between them that no longer had to be denied. Forbidden love no more. Their love could soar as they became one. The passion and joy of their being together grew until Eva suspected the sun was rising again, bursting over the mountains, lifted and fueled by their joy and their perfect kisses.
The kisses slowed down, and she clung to him. She felt blessedly content and crazily in love. She was drugged by Miles—his lips, his nearness, his strength, the fact that his kisses were unparalleled, never to be equaled, except by him. Each day, there would be new kisses to explore and savor. They could kiss until the sun rose and set. They could kiss until Aiden solved all her dark web issues. They could kiss until he had to leave on a SEAL assignment or she had to go on location for a movie. Being apart would be a torture all its own, but it would make moments like this even more incredible. The future was wide open for them.
Miles pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. “Eva …” He studied her. “That was incredible. You are incredible. I feel like … I’ve been hiding so much?—”
Hiding? She didn’t like the sound of that.
The front door flung open, banging against the house. Mama came storming out. Eva buried her head in Miles’s neck, embarrassed that his mother had caught them kissing and cuddling. She took a long inhale of his manly scent. He didn’t smell like his delicious and mind-clouding bergamot and pineapple. He smelled sweet, like flowers, a uniquely feminine scent. What flower was it …
Eva pulled back to look at him, but she didn’t get the chance to say anything.
“Miles Coleville, I would like to speak to you about Lily,” Mama said. She looked as angry as when Autumn had propositioned Easton.
Lilies. Miles smelled like lilies.
Mama should be angry. Furious, in fact. Eva was making out with her son, who was dating someone else. Eva should be angry too. At herself. At him. Hiding? He was hiding a girlfriend who smelled like the flower she was named after.
Eva yanked out of his arms and scrambled to her feet. He’d been with Lily, close enough he smelled like her.
The off-the-chart kisses she and Miles had exchanged were instantly tainted with the stink of betrayal.
She glared at him and seethed, “I am not into two-timers.”
Mama folded her arms and glared at Miles as well.
Miles stood, holding his hands out. “Eva, it’s not like that. I broke up with Lily tonight.”
“Because you want to be with me?” she asked, her stomach churning.
“Yes.” He nodded, stepping closer. “It’s you for me, Eva. You have to see that.”
“And give up on thirteen years with Lily?” his mother interjected. “That poor girl worships you and needs you.”
Eva was nauseated. Thirteen years? Poor girl was right. She’d been cheated on herself. It was horrific. She’d seen this scene play out at movie sets, men and women getting together and betraying their significant other waiting back home. Sickening. She had never been part of the disgusting hookups. Ever. She’d let down her guard because she thought Miles was special, that they were special.
“You would break up a thirteen-year relationship over someone you met last night?” Eva shook her head, bile rising in her throat. “You don’t even know me. You only think we have something special because I’m famous.” Whirling away, she darted around Mama and for the front door.
“Eva, that’s not true,” Miles called after her.
