The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)(49)

“Nearly there, baby. Nearly there,” he whispers softly.

I screw up my face, oh God . . . he’s . . . “Stop, stop, stop,” I whimper. “Give me a minute.”

He drops and kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine, and I hold him close in my arms. We kiss for a long time and it’s then, with tenderness between us, that my body opens up and lets him completely in.

He circles his hips, first one way and then the other as he stretches me out.

Desperation builds between us and our kiss gets rougher.

He spreads his knees and pulls out, he slides back in, he does it again and again, until finally I’m loose and then he lets me have it.

With his hard and thick pumps, the bed begins to hit the wall with force. His jaw hangs slack and with his dark hair falling over his perspiration-clad face, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so perfect.

Elliot Miles fucks like he does business, hard and unapologetic.

I knew he’d be something else, I just didn’t know it would be everything.

His teeth are on my neck, his hands are on my ass, his cock filling every last inch of my body. But it’s the moans that are coming out of him, the moans of sheer pleasure . . .

My eyes roll back in my head.

The possession, the burn . . .

Oh . . .

The absolute best sex of my life.

My toes begin to curl and I shudder hard as I clench around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls as he hits the sweet spot. “Yessss.” He holds himself deep and I cry out as I come hard. I feel the telling jerk as he tips his head back and I smile up at him in awe.

Our eyes are locked and then, with unexpected tenderness, he bends and kisses me.

It’s soft and raw and intimate and everything that this isn’t supposed to be. I feel the last of my defenses slip from my reach.

“You’re incredible, Kate Landon,” he whispers.

“I know, right?” I tease as I hold him tight.

He smiles into my neck. “I better check again though, just to make sure.” He flips me over. “This time I’m going to be thorough.”





ELLIOT

I lie on my side, propped up on my elbow, and watch her as she sleeps. The sun is peeping through the sides of the drapes and as the time passes, with more light, I can see her more. Her honey hair is splayed across the pillow, her big lips are pouty, and her eyelashes flutter sporadically as if she’s dreaming.

She rolls onto her back and for the first time I see her exposed neck.

Fuck.

Teeth marks all over it. The bruising only faint, but still there. With trepidation I peel down the blankets to look over the rest of her body.

Her full breasts rise and fall as she breathes and it’s all I can do not to lean over and suck them. She definitely delivers in that department.

Who am I kidding? She delivers in every department.

My eyes roam down over her stomach and I frown when I get to her hips: four distinct bruises. I sit up so I can see her other hip and am appalled to find the same.

Finger marks.

I get a vision of us toward the end of last night, her on her knees on the bed with me standing behind her. The grip I had on her hips, the way she rode my cock . . . I feel the slow tantric beat of blood pumping through my body as I harden again.

She stretches as she sleeps and her legs fall open and the air leaves my lungs.

Fuck it.

Beard rash, all over her pretty lips. Red and prickly, it looks tender and sore.

I lie back down in disgust with myself. I completely lost my head. She’s covered in fucking bruises.

It’s been a long time since I had a night like that . . . if ever.

For someone so tight, she sure knows how to ride cock—I’ve never had sex so good.

Every inch of me was on fire.

My cock begins to throb; just the memory of last night incites arousal.

Cut it out, no sex for you.

She stirs, her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a big, beautiful smile. “Hi,” she whispers.

I smile, lean over, and kiss her softly. “Hey.” I brush the hair back from her forehead as I stare at her beautiful face.

Why am I so kissy?

She takes me into her arms and holds me tight and I smile into her hug, which doesn’t feel awkward, or weird. Quite the opposite—it’s nice. Familiar.

She pulls back and brushes the hair away from my forehead. “Last night was incredible,” she whispers, her voice husky.

“You’re incredible.” I pull her closer.

She smiles as she closes her eyes. “Does that thing ever go down?”

“Oh.” I pull back from her, realizing that she thinks I want sex again. “Sorry.”

She grabs my hip and pulls me back toward her. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not complaining.”

“You will be when you see your neck.” I widen my eyes in jest.

Her fingers go to her neck. “What’s wrong with my neck?”

“There’s about fifty bite marks on it,” I mutter.

She smirks. “You’re a fucking animal, my entire body is throbbing. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

Unable to help it, I lean down and bite her breast and she jumps. “I’m sorry, I was hard on you last night,” I apologize.

“Are you kidding? That was the best sex of my life.”