Chapter Fourteen
MARINA
PAST
“I will never get over this pool,” I say wistfully as I drop my head back, letting my hair float on the surface of the cool water.
“It is a nice pool,” Miles says from the other side.
“A nice pool,” I mock. “This is literally the nicest pool to ever exist.”
“It looks even nicer with you in it.”
That draws my attention from the sky to where his hard body is hiding under the surface of the water.
Miles and I have been doing whatever it is we are doing for around a month now, and with every passing day, my desire for him is growing tenfold.
He is quite possibly the most genuine, caring, wonderful man I have ever met, and it just makes me want to rip his pants off even more than I already did.
We’ve spent hours upon hours getting to know every single piece of each other, all except those under our clothes, and I’m slowly losing my mind over it.
I’m not usually so bothered about being intimate with a guy if it doesn’t happen straight away, but with Miles, it’s all I can think about. And the fact that I feel closer to him every single day that we spend together isn’t helping my current predicament.
“Do you know enough about me yet?”
He doesn’t answer me, but I know he knows what I’m talking about. He once told me he wanted to know more about me than my favorite color before he’d sleep with me, and he knows a lot more than that now.
The look in his eye tells me that the answer is yes. He moves slowly in the water, making his way closer to me. My body pulses with need with every inch between us that he closes.
“Marina,” he says, his voice low, and it sends vibrations right to my core.
“Miles.”
“Once we start this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“Good.” I take my hand behind me, finding the bow that holds my bikini top in place, and tug. I do the same to the strap behind my neck, letting the fabric float away on the surface of the water.
Miles stops moving. His throat works a swallow as he looks at me. I feel exposed, like I’m bearing more than just my body to him, and like he’s seeing beneath my skin.
After what feels like an eternity of stillness, he powers through the water, his hands finding my face as he pulls my lips to his. He groans as soon as our skin touches, like it hurts, like it’s painful to kiss me. And I know exactly what that feels like.
I take his hand from my face and move it to my chest. He doesn’t hesitate before filling his palm with my breast. I moan into his mouth as he pulls my nipple between his fingers.
His tongue twists around mine and all I can think is that I want his mouth on every single part of me. Want his tongue to trace every single inch of skin on my body.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and as if he can hear every thought running through my mind, his lips leave mine, moving to kiss the spot just below my ear. To make a map, marking his way down my neck until his mouth closes around my nipple.
I hang my head back, moaning into the open air as he sets off every single one of my nerve endings. This is dangerous, the way I feel like I would surrender my entire being to this man if it meant he’d keep touching me like this forever.
His tongue circles my nipple, flicking it as he sucks me further into his mouth.
“Miles,” I moan shamelessly as I grind my hips into his hardness beneath his swim shorts.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Marina. You taste precious, like something I want to keep for myself and never share.”
“Then don’t.”
He picks me up by my waist, sitting me on the edge of the pool. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I feel a flush on my cheeks and a throbbing between my legs. “Lay down,” he says, and I don’t wait a second before doing as I’m told.
I shiver as I lay down against the concrete, not because I’m cold, but because my body is anticipating the feeling of Miles’s touch on my skin. But from this angle, I can’t see him. I have no idea where he is or what he’s going to do next.
I flinch as I feel his touch light against the soft spot just above my bikini bottoms. His touch is no more than a whisper as his fingertip trails its way along the top of the fabric. My skin so sensitive that I have to force myself not to flinch.
His finger toys with the strings holding the piece of fabric together.
He runs a finger under it, getting agonisingly close to where I need him.
I drag one of my feet across the other, and as if it catches Miles’s attention, he grabs both of my ankles and forces my legs open when all I want to do is close them and create some friction.
Just as I’m about to say as much, Miles’s lips meet the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I nearly explode. I need him closer, need more, more of everything, I need to be consumed by him before I combust.
His fingers find the string again, but this time he pulls it, letting the fabric of my bikini loose .
I hold my breath, my entire body still as I feel the cool air on the part of me that is throbbing with heat.
He loses a breath. “Fuck, princess.”
He tugs at the tie sitting above my other hip, pulling my bikini away completely before it lands in the pool with a splash.
“This is my favorite color,” he says as he drags his knuckle down my center.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my back arching off the concrete.
His hands land on my hips. “Stay still, gorgeous.”
“That’s an ask,” I breathe.
His hands spread me wide open just as he says, “Please.”
I’m lost for words when his tongue meets my core. All I can do is moan, one of my hands finding his hair as the other tangles in the wet strands of my own. “Fuck, Jesus, Miles.”
He just groans, his tongue licking me up and down, leaving me a writhing mess. The skin of my back pulls as I move against the concrete but the pleasure of Miles’s mouth on my core overwhelms all of my senses, dulling any discomfort.
“God,” he mutters between kisses to my clit. “I’m addicted to you.”
His hands let go of my legs, letting them be free to fall over his shoulders, my heels digging into his back trying to get him even closer than he already is with his face buried in my pussy.
He runs a finger down my sensitive skin before pushing it into me.
“Oh, Miles,” I moan, my fingers digging into his scalp as he strokes me simultaneously.
His finger from the inside and his tongue from the outside, his movements dragging me to the edge.
I shamelessly grind against his face, chasing the feeling I can feel building in my core.
I can feel all of my muscles tensing, waiting for what’s to come.
Miles doesn’t stop, his attention right where I need it. “Are you going to make a mess for me, princess?”
His words send me careening over the invisible ledge that was holding my orgasm at bay. I moan with every breath as my entire body lets go, my release hitting me in waves as Miles slows his movements, but doesn’t stop them, not until my body goes limp on the concrete.
“That was fucking mesmerising.”
I laugh, my hand closing over my mouth as I giggle the adrenaline out of my body.
I hear the sound of water splashing, and a second later Miles is hovering above me, his body dripping water over me. “What’s funny, princess?”
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. And it’s true, every laugh gets stuck in my throat as I take in the sight above me. Miles’s hard body is dripping with water, water that’s landing in the exact spot that his mouth just left.
“Absolutely nothing.”
“I seem to recall you trying for the last month to get in my pants, do you plan on making good on that promise?”
“Are you asking me if I still want to fuck you, hotshot? Because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to do anything more than I want to have you inside of me.”
He presses a kiss to my lips, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s sexy as hell. I grip his head with both of my hands, not giving him an escape.
“Are you on birth control?” he whispers into my mouth.
I shake my head. “I’ve never wanted to alter the way my body works.”
He presses another kiss to my swollen lips. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Marina. I have condoms in the bedroom.”
I raise my eyebrows, masking the warmth that floods my system at his words. “Then take me to the bedroom, baby.”
Those giggles erupt from my throat once more as he scoops me up off the concrete and into his arms, his steps steady as he walks us inside and straight to his bedroom.
He lays me down carefully on his bed before walking over to his dresser to get a condom. I take in the room around me, having never been in here before. It’s tidy, so clean you wouldn’t know someone sleeps in here every night. It looks like it needs to be messed up.
I grab one of the pillows and throw it on the ground. Miles turns around, condom in his hand and his body still glistening with water, and I feel like I’m in a dream.
I grab another pillow and throw it beside the other.
“What are you doing?” he asks. His voice is low and gravelly and it makes heat pool between my legs.
“Making a mess.”
“Of my room?”
I nod. “Mm-hm.”
“And why is that?” He’s stalking closer with every word.
“It looks like it needs it,” I say simply.
Miles reaches the end of the bed and grabs me by the ankle, tugging me to meet him with a squeal.
I sit up, my face level with his six pack. He hooks a finger under my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his hungry one. “I’d rather you make a mess all over my cock than throw my pillows on the floor, if you don’t mind.”
My tongue darts out to my bottom lip.
“Can you do that for me, Marina?”
“Yes, sir.”
He runs a hand over his jaw. “Fucking hell,” he shakes his head, “you’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”
I grip the waistband of his shorts, letting my finger roam just inside it. “At least you’ll die a happy man.”