Chapter 15
Mina
The words leave his lips, and a second later, those lips are on mine.
That familiar, addictive taste of him explodes on my tongue as he kisses me, causing me to moan against his lips.
His one hand’s fingers press into my lower back, and the other hand is tangled in the hair on the back of my head.
He tilts my face, angling me to kiss me deeper.
I’ve never wanted someone more in my life. This man has stolen every part of me, and I hope he never gives them back.
“Fuck, Myles…I need you…Please,” I whimper between our kisses. His hand leaves my back to reach and shut off the water without breaking our kiss. He opens the door and then lifts me again. I wrap my legs around his waist. His boxers still cling to his hips as I try to pull them down.
He huffs in irritation as he sets me down to quickly drop his boxers to the floor. He grabs me fast, lifting me once more as he begins to kiss me again. My mind spins as he walks us out of the bathroom to the next door down the hall.
I grab the handle and turn it as his foot kicks against it. It flings open and hits the dresser behind the door. He doesn’t seem to mind even as something falls and rolls across the floor. He carries me to the bed before sitting, then lies down flat on his back, keeping me on top of him.
I’m straddling his hips. I can feel his cock throbbing between my thighs. I break our kiss to sit up straighter. His fingers barely graze the tops of my thighs before he grips my hips.
“Mina…” His voice is broken. It’s like he’s fighting a war inside his mind. He wants this just as badly as I do. Why can’t he just let go? What’s stopping him? Is it because of what Declan did to me in front of him? Or is it because of what I did to Declan?
“Please, Myles.” I take his hands and run them along my hips, then sides, up to my breasts. He grabs them and begins to play with my nipples.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea after everything that’s happened,” he begins to protest.
I slowly roll my hips, grinding my pussy along his cock. His head falls back to the mattress, eyes closed as he clenches his jaw. He pinches my nipples, then rolls them between his fingers.
“I want you, Myles. I don’t care what you may or may not have done. I don’t care about your past. I just want you.” His eyes open. They soften as he looks at my body, and his lips tilt into a sad smile.
“Sunshine, if you knew who…”
“I don’t care!” I snap. His eyes widen as I speak. “Myles, I don’t know what it is or why…I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I know you feel it too!”
His eyes close as he takes a slow, deep breath. I can feel his body tensing below me. My fingers press into his chest as I prepare for the inevitable rejection, but it never comes.
Instead, he rolls us so that I’m beneath him. He kneels between my thighs. His hands run from my thighs, up my sides and arms before he grabs my wrists and places my hands above my head.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through so much, Mina.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer, and he smirks.
“I could…” He takes another deep breath, and I can feel the tension leaving his body. “You’re right, though...”
“About what?”
“I feel the same way about you. From the moment I saw your eyes at the club, I felt it.” He smiles as he looks down at me.
“Then stop fighting it!” I beg, causing him to smirk.
“I…Shit!” he sits up straighter, glancing around the room.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m clean. We’re tested every three months. And I have an implant.”
“Me too. Well, the clean thing,” he says with an awkward laugh. The laugh lines at the corners of his eyes are barely there, as if this man hasn’t laughed or smiled in years.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He groans as he thrusts into my hand.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if things go too fast or you want to stop,” he says, pulling slightly away.
“I will.”
“Promise me, Mina.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl. Now, lie back and let me take care of you. Let me help you forget.”