Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)(69)

My fingers bite into her ass as I pull back and thrust in again. “Kate.”

“Miles!” she screams again.

I grind up into her deeper and growl, “Kate,” one more time. It’s a claiming. An ownership of her name in my mouth. And it feels right. “Kate,” I state again huskily, licking a trail up her neck to her ear. “Kate, this isn’t casual.”

“No?” she cries out in question against another hard thrust.

“No,” I confirm with a growl. “This isn’t fiction, and I don’t want to be casual anymore. I want you to be mine.”

“Okay!” she cries, her hands tightening around my neck as she scrunches her eyes shut and tries to find release against the tightness between her legs.

I pull back to look at her. “Babe, open your eyes and look at me.”

She rolls her head against the wall and finally flutters her lids up, but she doesn’t look happy about it. “Yes, Miles,” she says, stroking her hands down my cheeks like she’s trying to appease me.

“I’m serious. I want to be your man. And I want you to be my woman.”

The smile on her face is stunning, and the giggle that rolls through her body does seriously awesome things to my dick. “You want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I reply with a frown at her choice of word. “But none of that book boyfriend bullshit. I’m as real as they come, and I’ll put all your fictional studs to shame, you got that?”

She bites her lip and runs her fingertips down my face. “You already have.”

“Good,” I reply, grinding my hips up into her further. “So we’re in agreement?”

“Totally,” she moans out loudly, making weird, uncontrollable noises in her throat.

But she grows more and more silent as I slam into her again and again until we’re both floating somewhere up in the hot shower steam clinging to the ceiling and at last falling down like rain.

Together, as one.





Clean and with damp hair, Miles turns me on my side in his big, manly bed that smells delicious, like him, and pulls my naked back to his naked front. He kisses the top of my shoulder, his mouth warm and lingering as he presses up against me, leaving absolutely no space between us.

“Are we going to bed already?” I ask, my voice soft in his cozy room as the faint glow of the setting sun outside grows darker and darker.

“This is just intermission,” he replies, his deep voice vibrating against my back. “We’re not even close to being done making up yet.”

I pull the blanket to my mouth to stifle my excited giggle. “Is that what happened in your shower? Makeup sex?”

He groans his confirmation and thrusts his hips into my rear end. “If you have to ask, then I didn’t do a good enough job.”

I turn so I’m lying on my back and can look up at him. “You did a superior job. But I guess I would have called that more of a welcome home session.”

His eyes are closed, but his brow furrows cutely. “Are you moving in?”

My cheeks burst into flames. “No…God, that’s not what I meant. I just…I meant that like, we’d been apart for a while and now we’ve been reunited and—”

“Babe,” he says, cutting me off mid-rant. “Shush. You’re getting tense, and after the best sex of my life, I really don’t want you to harsh my vibe.”

I giggle and pull the blanket over my mouth before mumbling. “Best sex of your life?”

He cracks one eye open and looks down at me, removing his hand from my belly and pulling the blanket down off my face. He tucks back a loose strand of hair and confirms his statement with a sexy, “Fuck, yes. Now talk to me about your townhouse. Why are you living with Lynsey?”

I groan loudly. “Now you’re harshing my vibe.”

He pins me with a look.

I exhale. “Dryston was threatening to sue you for breaking his nose. I offered him the house in exchange for him promising not to come after you.”

Miles’s entire body goes hard, his hand gripping my shoulder as he pins me with a serious look. “You gave up your house for me?”

I shrug. “It was my fault you were blindsided in the first place. I should have been honest with you from the start.”

“Oh, you mean like not lie to me that your ex-boyfriend still lived with you and wasn’t, in fact, gay but a super douche?”

My shoulders shake with a sad sort of laugh. I groan and try to hide my face, but Miles won’t let me. “I’m so sorry. That was completely idiotic of me. I just really, really liked you and was so freaked you were going to bolt that night. You were going on and on about being jealous.”

His lips form a thin line, a look of disappointment clouding his features. “I shouldn’t have scared you with all that. I put way too much pressure on you with talk of my past. I’m a protective guy, Kate, but I hope you know I trust you.”

I give him a small smile and take a deep breath in. “Good, because I have another confession.”

“Christ, what?” Miles asks, running a hand through his hair.

“Dean told me he liked me as more than a friend.”

“What?” Miles snaps, popping up on his elbow so he can see me more fully. “Are you fucking serious? Goddamn it, I knew it!”