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“What are you looking at?”
I blush for being caught staring at him, but I don’t deny him my honesty. “You’re quite handsome, you know?”
“I’ve been told a time or two.” Grabbing his jaw, he rubs the stubble, and I can feel as much as hear the rustling of his calloused hand against the hair on his chin. “But it never meant anything until you said it.”
I melt.
Sure, I’m still finding myself freaking out about all of this, and I do question this unreal attraction, but when he makes me feel like this? Warm and gooey perfection? I cast it all aside.
“What will we be doing this evening?” Getting comfortable in my seat, I finally look out and accept that we aren’t in Fetterman anymore. We’re on the two-lane highway next to the interstate on our way to Rocky.
“I’m taking you to my lair to entice you with my culinary skills so you will stay forever as my love slave.”
My pulse quickens.
I don’t think anyone has ever truly created this reaction in me. If they did, I can’t think of it while I dwell in the Miles-induced haze.
“But I didn’t pack any pajamas or my toothbrush,” I tease. It comes so natural and breezy with him, even after years of not doing anything of the sort.
“Who said anything about needing those?” Throwing me a wicked grin, Miles turns off onto a dirt road, and we weave our way along the twists and turns, bringing us closer to the mountains.
I should be alert when I look down at my phone and see it says that it’s searching for a signal. As much as I feel at ease with Miles, I still don’t know him. Should I have told him I preferred staying in Fetterman?
“Don’t worry.” His hand reaches over and covers my bouncing knee, causing me to jump. “Everything will be okay, Alexa. I would never do anything to hurt you. You’ll be safe out here with me, and if you don’t want to do anything, then we won’t.”
How is it he could possibly read my mind that easily? Maybe I’m just that easy to read?
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“No need for that.” The Jeep pulls up to a log house. He calls it a cabin, but to me, it’s far grander than a cabin in the woods. “Your safety and comfort are more important to me than you could possibly understand.”
As sweet as his statement is, it’s also rather cryptic. Getting out of the Jeep, he jogs around to help me out before I can gather myself. His hands find purchase on my back and heats me. I don’t stagger or stumble from it as we climb the two steps up his porch. He guides me into his home and leads me through the dark to the kitchen he lights up upon entering.
“Would you like something to drink while I finish getting dinner ready? Wine? Water? Beer?” He moves around with a grace his size isn’t known for.
“Water, please.” I have to climb into the seat he pulls out at the breakfast bar for me and wait for him to get me a glass of water. Then he begins to pull out everything he needs to make our dinner.
He wasn’t joking around about wanting to impress me with his skills. It’s like watching an artist as he cooks the meat while at the same time working on other parts of the dish until he has two beautifully crafted plates set at the small table.
Conversation flows with ease as we get to know each other. We have the same interest in movies, anything that will make us laugh, and I harp on him about the fact he hasn’t picked up a book since he finished high school.
It all has relaxation flowing nicely through me. I’m comfortable, and as we sit down in his living room to look out atthe darkened landscape of his backyard, I feel cozy. Wide open fields stretch from the edge of his back porch out five hundred yards to the beginning of the timber.
Something shifts in our silence. A deep-seated need to crawl onto his lap and consume him possesses me to place the glass of red wine he poured for me on the coffee table and make my move. I don’t wait for him to question me as I straddle his strong body, place my hands on his steely chest, and pour everything in me into the kiss.
For the first few rapid beats of my heart drumming against his chest, I wonder if I’m moving too quickly. Miles isn’t moving, but then the warmth of his massive hands hits the small of my back exposed between my jeans and shirt.
We move together with a practiced ease that one may think only comes from being a couple for years rather than a handful of days. My mind has no control over my body as I begin to move on top of him, our clothes trying to forbid us from connecting.
They don’t survive.
Our shirts are discarded like a magician’s chain of handkerchiefs. My bra vanishes next with what has to be practiced skill from Miles’s quick fingers. My breasts, though small, are exposed to his hungry gaze before he leans forward to capture one taut nipple with his mouth while he pinches and rolls the other.
All while keeping his heated gaze locked on me.
“Oh.” I can’t keep his gaze. My head falls back while my fingers thread into his hair on the top of his head to keep me anchored to him as my hips begin to sway over him.
A groan rumbles out of him when my jean-clad core brushes against his erection, straining behind the fly of his own jeans. White-hot pleasure nearly has me coming undone on his lap. A growl against my chest vibrates into my body before Miles is off the couch. My nipple is freed with a pop. There’s no time to protest before I’m laid out on the massive, super soft couch, where he quickly helps me out of my jeans and panties.
