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And God, does he know exactly how to make my body sing for him.

Milo continues to torture me so beautifully that when he slides his slick fingers out of me just to insert three back in, my mind goes completely blank. All I’m left with is sensation and wonder.

I cry out his name as his tongue keeps drawing circles on my clit, his fingers hitting that one spot that detonates all logic and reason.

By the time he’s done, I’m breathless and needy, every part of me aching to feel him again.

“Milo,” I breathe.

He crawls up my body, then stills. For a moment, the hunger in his expression gives way to something else entirely. He takes his time looking me over, lingering on every detail of my face as though committing it to memory.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Max.” His hand comes up to cradle my cheek. “I could look at you forever.” His voice turns rough. “I could love you forever.” A beat passes. “I have loved you forever. There’s never been a version of me that could ever stop.”

The confession hits somewhere deeper than anything else he’s done to me tonight.

I stare into his eyes, and the sheer adoration I find there steals the breath from my lungs.

My legs tighten around his waist as he settles between them, but the frantic urgency from before is gone now.

There’s no rush this time. No desperation to make up for the time we lost.

A small cry catches in my throat as he moves against me, his breath warm against my skin. My nails dig into his shoulder blades as I hold him closer, neither of us willing to look away. We just stare at each other, our breathing falling into rhythm with each slow, languid thrust.

My jaw goes slack as he curses under his breath, his pace picking up. And through it all, our gazes remain locked. Like he had done with me before, I memorize every little detail of his face. The way his brow pulls tight as he drives inside me. The way his lips part when I moan out his name. The way his eyes somehow hold ten years of longing, love, and heartbreak all at once.

My heart climbs into my throat, every nerve in my body pulled taut as the sensation builds.

“Milo,” I gasp when I’m close.

“Max.”

The way he says my name as if it were a prayer finally undoes me. I shatter in his arms, clinging to him as everything inside me breaks apart at once. A rough sound escapes him as he buries his face against my neck and follows me over the edge, holding me so tightly there isn’t an inch of space left between us.

For a long moment afterward, neither of us moves. We just hold on.

I’m still trying to catch my bearings when a laugh bubbles out of me.

Milo lifts his head from the crook of my neck. “What?”

“Nothing.” I laugh again, running my fingers through his dark curls. “I was just thinking that the first time around, we took things a hell of a lot slower.”

His mouth curves into a lazy smile.

“We did take our time, didn’t we?”

“Maybe a little too much.”

He props himself up on one elbow, looks down at me, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Then let’s not make the same mistake twice.”

“Milo—” The rest of the protest dies when he grabs my waist and straddles me on top of him.

“Give me all you got, Morgan. I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter 24

Fairhope, 12th October 2013