“Sadie,” he murmurs. “My Sadie.” He kisses me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own juices.
I run my hands over his muscled shoulders, his taut back, loving the warmth of him, his large size, his sheer strength.
I’m ready. So ready.
Ready for him to plunge into me, ease the empty ache inside me.
He breaks the kiss. “Baby…”
“Hmm?” I murmur against his stubble.
“I need to get a condom.”
I nod. “Okay. But I’m on the pill. And clean.”
“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “I’m clean too. I swear it. I had a physical right before I left New York. Damn. To feel you. To feel every inch of you with no barrier. Fuck. You sure?”
I nod.
He thrusts into me hard and swift, with a groan that shatters my soul.
“Shit. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. You feel so good.”
I feel something new in that instant, and it’s not because he’s inside me, and it’s not because I’m in some kind of needy place.
It’s because, in this timeless moment, I know, without a doubt, that this man completes me in a way I never imagined. Never conceived.
He thrusts into me hard and fast. No gentle loving like last night. This morning it’s raw and feral.
And it’s exactly what I need. I claw at him, hook my heels around his butt, pull him closer.
I come.
He comes, hot and thick inside me.
And when he stays inside for those few precious moments while our climaxes subside, I feel something foreign. Foreign and delectable.
I feel…love.
We lie there, joined, for a few more minutes before he rolls off me, his arm strewn over his eyes. “Damn, baby. God damn.”
I snuggle into his shoulder. “Coffee’s made.”
He tips his head, eyes me. “How about we forget coffee and stay in bed all day?”
“God, I wish.” I blow out a breath. “But I have to see my dad.”
His mood visibly changes. “Right. We do.”
I run my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. “Does that mean you’re coming with me?”
He turns, meets my gaze. “Baby, there’s no place I’d rather be than at your side today.”
A few more minutes, and I disentangle myself from Miles. Sit up. “I should call him. Make sure he’s home.”
“You have his number?”
I nod, frown. “Yeah. His company number goes to his cell on weekends.” I roll over to the side of the bed and grab my phone from the nightstand.