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I shoot up off the chair. "What's wrong?"
He's on his back, looking up at me with those soulful brown eyes, and it takes my breath away. "Dead arm," he says, cringing. "Only felt it when I moved to cover up."
Him falling back has only enhanced his dickslip situation, the material of his robe peeling away to reveal everything in the vicinity. A thick tuft of dark pubic hair. Massive balls. And an ever-thickening cock.
My gaze shoots back up and lands on Miles's face. He's looking up at me, his expression one of curiosity and something more.
I wet my lips and drag a hand through my hair. "You know," I begin, my voice deliberately low. "We've got a hurricane outside. You've got a numb arm. This is…this is very serious. Some might even say life or death."
His lips quirk. "Is that so?"
I hunker down beside him, letting my eyes slide over his burly body again. The hurricane outside has got nothing on my desire for this man, barreling into me with such force it leaves me with no choice but to succumb to it. For nine long months I’ve not given in, but I can feel the last of my resistance crumbling away.
My fingers twitch at my sides, and I can't resist, can't help it, they're drawn to him, moving on their own as they trace a line starting at the base of his throat right down the middle of his chest.
God, I want you.
I can't be sure whether I say it or just think it.
There's something heavy behind Miles's eyes, but he blinks it away. "What are you saying?" His voice is huskier than normal.
Okay, so I did say it. In that case, I might as well go for it. "One time," I whisper on a shaky exhale.
Miles's eyes meet mine, searching, searing into my soul.
"Kyler… There's… If we…"
"What?"
He reaches down, resting his hand over mine. A buzz of pleasure shoots up my spine, but it's nothing compared to what happens next.
He lifts his chin, giving me his full attention. "I don't do casual. When I have sex, it means something. I need to know—"
"It does." I cut him off. "It means something to me, Miles…Youmean something to me."
I can't say what exactly because I haven't found the right word myself. It runs deeper than just attraction and it's too soon for love… But it could definitely be heading there.
He assesses me, as if he's turning my words over in his head, and I can feel the weight of his stare deep in my bones.
My skin burns with lust. I've been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now it's almost here, so close I can taste it.
Taking a deep breath, I brush my fingers further down his belly, to the top of his pubic hair, before placing my palm over his semi-erect cock.
There's one final truth to tell him. I reach inside and draw on a strength I didn't know I possessed.
"I'm submissive, Miles."
His cock thickens beneath my touch.
"Let me make you feel good…Please."
8
Miles
I reach down and cup my hand over Kyler's. My cock is a steel rod. There's no denying the red-hot attraction scorching my veins. How his words, his desire to please, have ignited something in my core.
I'm submissive, Miles. Let me make you feel good… Please.
