“Eyes, Eden.” I lock mine with his. “I’m in this forever. You’re it for me. I knew it the second I saw you.”
I nod in understanding. “I’m not running anymore. I want this.”
A smile spreads across his face as he lowers his mouth to mine. He slowly pushes inside of me. I lift my hips, my body on fire, wanting more. I need to come this way. With him deep inside of me, claiming me as his.
“I’m sorry,” he says. Before I can ask why, he’s kissing me again. I gasp, my nails digging into his back as he sinks all the way inside of me to the hilt. Both pain and pleasure hit me. Miles never stops kissing me. The pain starts to fade away as the need comes back full force.
“Don’t be sorry. Move,” I tell him, wiggling under him. He lets out a small groan.
“All you ever have to do is ask. I’ll always give you what you need.” The truth shines in his eyes. I’ve never felt safer or more secure in my life than in this moment. He pulls out, thrusting back in. I moan. I can feel my sex clench down on him with each stroke.
“Miles.” I start to lift my hips, meeting his strokes. The groans and grunts that come from him turn me on even more. I’m doing that to him. My orgasm pushes down on me. I try to fight it off, but I’m losing.
“Baby, I need you to come for me.” He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit. That’s all it takes and I’m done for. I scream out his name as the orgasm hits me, the pleasure exploding from deep inside of me and flowing through my body. “Fuck, I’m never letting you go.”
He gives one more hard thrust and stills. I can feel his warm release spill deep inside of me. Miles buries his face in my neck. Our heavy breathing fills the room.
“That was incredible.” I run my fingers up and down his back. He lifts his head.
“You’re incredible.” He brushes his mouth against mine. “How do you feel?”
“Like I want to do that again.”
He chuckles, slipping his cock from me. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.” He jumps off the bed. My heart stills. I wonder if he meant what he said or was saying it as a joke? Before I can think too much about it, he grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder. He acts like I weigh nothing.
“What are you doing?”
“Shower and then I’m going to give you what you asked for.”
Somehow, I know he always will.
Chapter Fifteen
Miles
Having a woman in my bathroom is a new experience, but I like it. Generally, I’m not a fan of having people around me all the time. Violet’s the same way. Even though we’re twins, we need space, which is why she lives in the guest house with a pool between us and I’m here in the main house. Mom stays over from time to time, but she likes being in the city. More stuff to do, so most of the time, I’m knocking around here alone except for when Violet comes for meals. I haven’t been lonely. I’m too busy for that, and my solitude stems from the fact that when I’m working, I’m surrounded by people. Home is a refuge for me and my sister, and now it’s a place for Eden and her brother.
As Eden hums her way from one morning task to another, I’m reminded of how she sounds when she’s coming. We destroyed the bed, and then in the shower, I got on my knees and licked her clit and tongued her cunt until water wasn’t the only thing making my face wet.
Cock hard, I bent her over the sink and pounded her from behind while she watched us in the mirror with glittery eyes. I would’ve gone another round, but her legs were weak as jelly, she told me. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her out on the mattress and rubbed her down with a bottle of lotion I found in a spare first-class airplane amenities kit. She laughed at how sparse my medicine chest was—toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, soap. When I asked what more I needed, she patted my face and said nothing. I rub a hand across the stubble on my chin. I’m still a little confused about that.
“You have a look in your eye,” she comments as she leaves the bathroom. Her lips are shiny and a peachy pink. I want to kiss them.
“What does that look say?”
“Well, at first it was confusion, but now it’s lust, and I can’t entertain the lust one because I have to open the coffee shop.”
I grunt in disapproval. I’m happy she’s successful with her business, but I don’t like that it takes away from things we would be doing together. “You should let your assistant take over.”