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He took my face in his hands and planted his mouth on mine, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue winding around mine. Our kiss didn’t break even when he rolled us, plastering me on top of him, his cock slowly slipping free from me as it softened.
Finally, we took a breath, his head falling back on a pillow, my chin resting on my arms. He leisurely stroked my lips and chin with his thumbs, peering at me through glassy, half-opened eyes.
“Did I just knock you up?” he asked.
A tired laugh broke free. “I hope so.” He went still, and I laughed harder. “I’m kidding. I’m on the shot. There won’t be any Miles juniors running around in nine months.”
He expelled a long breath. “I like that you think my newborn sons would be so athletic like me, they’d be born running.”
I shoved his face with my hand as affection for him bloomed thick gardens in my chest.
“Shut up, Miles.”
He grew quiet, stroking my face and neck. I let my eyes flutter closed. It made accepting his intimate perusal of my face easier.
I couldn’t quite lasso my feelings, but at least I was no longer numb.
Miles broke the thick silence. “You okay, Daisy?”
I cracked an eye open to look at him. “I’m good. You?”
He released my face to circle his arms around me. “Feeling like I won something.”
This man…
I let my head fall on his chest, a smile tugging the corners of my mouth. “You did. First prize in the cunnilingus contest.”
“Yes!” I felt him pump his fist. “I always wanted to win that.”
“Proud of you,” I murmured, my fingers sliding into the hair at his nape. “I’m going to take a little nap now.”
His lips touched my forehead right before I slipped into sleep.
I woke to Miles behind me, his arms around me, one hand on my breast, the other working my clit. The clock on my bedside table said three a.m. The middle of the night.
I raised my knee, giving him room and permission. Another minute of rolling my clit, and he pushed into me. I was somewhere between dreamland and fully awake, and he kept me there, holding me, rocking me, his lips warm butterflies on the back of my neck.
Our fingers curled together over my breasts, over the thumping of my heart. His mouth slid to my ear, whispering how he hadn’t been able to wait until morning to have me, that his cock had missed me, his skin had itched to be touching mine. I nodded, agreeing, because it felt right.
His body surrounded mine, almost fully on top of me now. Safe. So safe. He buried me into the soft, cloudy mattress, and I let him. Helpless to stop, hungry for more.
I came with barely more than a whimper, our hands joined beneath my chin. His pace quickened, thrusts became longer, deeper. He twisted my head, and his mouth touched mine. Soft at first, becoming swirls of easy passion when he had me in position.
Once he emptied himself in me and drank his fill from my mouth, he pulled the covers over our shoulders, carefully tucking us in.
“Goodnight, Cupcake.”
“‘Night, Miles.”
I fell asleep with my hand in his, safe and sound.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Miles
The bed felt wrong. Cold. That was what drew me out of the deepest, most satisfying sleep I’d had in ages. When I realized I was alone, I shot up with a start, my head whipping right and left, searching for Daisy.
She was nowhere in sight.
