CHAPTER 25 Sophie Summers
We Have a Date
I don’t know what this is. I don’t know where it’s going. But I’m following my feelings for once, and they’re leading me straight toward Miller.
It’s terrifying, but I can’t stop thinking about how great last night was.
I tilt my chin up, and he lands a soft kiss on my lips. Why does this feel so right?
I’ve never kissed Miller before, but now that we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
The flight is quick, and we land in Vegas and head straight for the Venetian. On the way there, he makes a call, and we’re able to get in with one of the wedding planners to view the chapel I showed him on my phone.
It all comes together as if it was meant to be. We find ourselves looking at a calendar with Jamie, our wedding planner, and choosing the date of our wedding.
It’s becoming so real, and that should make me nervous. It doesn’t. All I can think about is finishing up here so we can check into our room and get naked .
I’ve never felt that way with a man before. I write about it in my books, the passion and excitement of ripping each other’s clothes off because we can’t get enough of each other…but I’ve never experienced it in real life.
I guess Miller is giving me more than one book research experience.
Maybe we’ll even try anal someday.
Though the thought of that cock entering the no zone seems slightly terrifying.
Still, if there’s anyone I’d try it with, I suppose that would be Miller. He’d figure out some way to take care of me.
He always does.
If there’s one thing I can count on in life, it’s that.
We look at the dates the Venetian has available as Miller checks his own calendar. He has a lot of obligations as the season draws nearer, and I…well, I got nothing.
Literally.
My calendar is totally and completely open, and it’s a very strange sensation.
“We have space on these two Thursdays in June. Or this Sunday at the end of the month,” Jamie says, showing us the openings.
“Those feel close. What do you have for the end of February or beginning of March?” I ask, glancing up at Miller.
“Valentine’s Day is full, but the weekend after is wide open if you want something there,” she says.
I keep my gaze on him as he looks at his calendar, and then he looks at me. His eyes are full of warmth as he says, “February twentieth.”
We have a date.
Now I just need a dress, flowers, rings, and about a million other things to prepare us for this momentous event.
If only it were real .
Thank goodness for Jamie, who has it all under control. So much so, in fact, that she asks a few more questions, takes payment from my rather generous future spouse, and then we’re done.
We have our date. Our venue is booked, and now we just have to figure out whether we’re actually going to go through with this.
But now? We celebrate. After we check in.
There’s no line, thankfully, and we get our key and our room number.
And then Miller practically runs through the lobby to find the elevators.
We race up to our suite with him carrying both of our overnight bags, and as soon as we’ve entered the room, he drops both bags on the floor in the entryway and turns toward me.
The look in his eyes is intense, and I take a step back, finding myself bumping against the back of the door.
He stalks toward me, and he boxes me in as his hips press to mine.
He leans one arm on the door above me as he tilts his head to look down at me, and we’re both already breathing heavy—maybe from the exertion of practically running here, or more likely from the intense need suddenly present between us.
I search between his eyes, and I get the sudden overwhelming feeling like I’m home.
I’m safe. Whatever happens next, we’ll be okay.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so secure with someone before, but there’s this level of trust that exists between us that really can only be formed by knowing someone as long as we both have, by experiencing life and laughter and tragedy together as we have.
And now…this.
We’re experiencing something new and wonderful, something forbidden and different. Something beautiful and magical.
His lips move to mine, and it’s a soft, gentle kiss that nearly immediately intensifies. One of his hands trails down until it lands on my hip, and his fingertips dig in there for a few seconds as his tongue starts to move more urgently against mine.
It’s as if he’s hitting his frenzy of need, and I feel it, too. My knees are shaky again, and I wrap my arms around him in part to hold myself up and in part to smash my body as closely to his as I possibly can.
Out of nowhere, he sweeps me up into his arms, and he stops the kiss to carry me through the suite toward the bedroom.
I don’t have the luxury of time to look out at the gorgeous view outside our window and down below, but maybe later. Right now, there’s only one thing in my line of vision, and that’s Miller Banks.
He sets me down on the bed and climbs over me, and he kisses me some more.
His hips move against mine so he’s humping me on the bed, both of us still fully clothed.
I buck my hips back at him, meeting him in the middle each time, and I wrap my legs around his body as we keep moving like this, his tongue brushing mine as if we have all day even though the frenzy is building between us and pushing us into needing more. Now.
He pulls back from my mouth, and his lips trail down my neck.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my skin. “You taste so good.” He nips at my neck, and he keeps driving his hips to mine. He starts to moan, and I shift a little so I can feel his length through my jeans against my clit. I need him inside me, but my God, I don’t want this to stop.
I cry out as I feel the edges of an orgasm start to close in on me. I’m not quite there yet, but I’m getting closer as he keeps slamming against me .
I’ve never come just from humping, but I feel like I’m seconds away.
He slows his drives, and I feel his teeth along my collarbone.
I shift my hips toward him again, trying to angle for some more of that delicious friction, but he stops.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Keep going.”
“If I keep going, I’m going to come,” he admits.
Holy shit.
Just the words send another pang of need straight through to my core. He’s so turned on that he’s about to come?
“So am I. I need you,” I plead.
He pulls back, and his eyes meet mine.
“Fuck me like you did last night,” I beg. “Fuck me so hard I can’t sit without thinking of you.”
His eyes seem to darken with lust at my words, and he springs from the bed. He runs through the suite, and I shimmy out of my clothes while he’s gone.
When he returns, he’s holding a condom in his hand. He doesn’t look surprised that I’m lying naked on the bed even though he was only gone a few seconds, and he tosses the condom on the bed beside me as he races to get undressed as quickly as I just did.
I grab the condom, tear it open, and pull it out as he moves over me. He’s straddling my legs, kneeling over me, and I take his very hard cock in my fist and pump it a few times.
“Unless you want my come all over your tits, you better stop,” he warns.
“What if I do?” I challenge, my eyes gleaming as I keep pumping my fist along his shaft.
“Then I won’t be able to fuck you until you can’t sit without thinking of me,” he warns, and I let go of my grip on his cock.
I reach down and palm his balls for a few beats, and then we both shift into position until he’s aligned with my body. He reaches down and fists himself as he slides that big, beautiful cock into me, and I close my eyes and let out a sigh of contentment as I feel him inside me again.
It’s that same big, full feeling. It’s bordering on pain, but there’s so much pleasure in it that it’s a delicious, addictive sort of pain that I never want to stop.
He starts to move, and that’s when I hear the demand fall from his lips. “Open your eyes.”
He stops moving as he waits for me to follow his instructions, and when I do, I’m rewarded with absolute lust staring back at me. His eyes are heavy and hooded as he stares down at me.
“That’s my girl,” he says, and my God, why are those the hottest words I’ve ever heard?
That’s my girl.
I want to be his girl with everything inside of me. I want this to be more than just two friends fucking. I want this to be more than just a marriage of convenience between two friends.
I want a life with him. It’s sudden, and it’s out of the blue, and it’s an absolutely terrifying realization.
But it’s a realization that’s going to have to wait, because he’s moving inside me, and I can’t think with any sort of coherence.
At first, he moves slowly, with precision, but he slams into me as deeply as he can go, and that’s what’s going to give me that beautiful ache that’ll make me think of him every time I sit later.
I’m not sure my body is healed yet from last night’s activities, and here we go again. He thrusts into me with a force that’s both brutal and immeasurably sexy, and every time he drives in, I feel closer to my climax.
He must see it in my eyes .
He starts to pick up the pace as my body begs for him, and just when I’m about to tip over the edge into oblivion, he pulls out.
“No,” I cry.
He moves beside me and lies on his back as he reaches over for me. “Get on top,” he pants, and I climb over him as he holds his cock up for me to slide down on top of him.
We both groan at the new angle, and he holds onto my hips as he moves us into a rhythm from beneath me. I claw at his chest as I hold myself up, and he hisses with every scratch I don’t even realize I’m making.
“Fuck, Soph, your cunt is so goddamn tight for me,” he mutters, and my eyes move to his.
“I’ve never had anything as big as your cock in there,” I admit.
He chuckles, and his eyes seem to light up a little at the compliment. He bucks his hips harder into me, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.
My body starts to tighten, and this time, the orgasm doesn’t give me any warning.
Instead, I spring right into my release, screaming my way through it as my hips gyrate of their own accord over his body.
I think I say his name, and I think there might be a string of curses, but I find myself in another galaxy for a few seconds, so I can’t really be sure.
This place is a land of pure pleasure and bliss, and I never want to leave it as my body contracts over and over, my legs squeezing together as I buck wildly over him, the climax brutal and intense.
I come back down to earth when I hear his own string of curses along with my name, and that’s when he starts to come, too. I ride it out along with him, nearly feeling myself pushed into a second orgasm as I experience his pleasure through my own .
I collapse on top of him, both of us panting, and I start to wonder how we ever lived without this.
I’m not sure I can ever go back to how we were before—not now that I know how good he is at this.
And that thought is more than a little terrifying.