Chapter 41
HANNA
I hear a soft click of the door closing and roll over in bed.
Reaching an arm out, I realize that I’m alone.
I stayed at Miles’s place last night and have been staying with him for the last few days.
This has become our new routine since Carter’s accident two weeks ago.
We alter between staying at my place and staying at his, switching locations depending on his work schedule.
He’s off today though and we have plans to spend the morning at the hospital visiting Carter.
He’s being released to a rehab facility in a couple of days but since it’s the weekend and Miles is off, we want to spend the day with him so he isn’t alone.
His entire family has been spending as much time at the hospital as they could that it’s a rarity that he’s alone for longer than a few hours.
Thankfully, with Willow working at the same hospital he was admitted to, she can pop in and check on him throughout the day.
After Miles shared with me the moment he saw the two of them have, I wonder if she’s popping in for more reasons than to make sure he’s okay.
I hear his footsteps travel across the room and roll over to find his sweet brown eyes looking down at me. Sweat dots his brows and his gray shirt has several dark stains on it from his morning run.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he hums, squatting down to bring his face to eye level with me. He hovers his face close to mine but doesn’t kiss me.
“Good morning. How was your run?”
“It was good. How was your sleep?”
I nod and give him a tired smile. “It was good. Come here,” I say, pulling him into me.
“I’m all sweaty,” he warns.
“I don’t care. I want a kiss.” Giving me what I want, he presses his lips to mine and I drink him in, not even minding that some of his sweat is rubbing off on me. When he pulls away, he has a greedy smile on his lips.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he says, standing up again. I press myself up to lean on my elbow. “Wanna come?”
My eyebrows shoot up, reaching for my hairline. “Come? With you? In the shower?”
The sound of his laughter as he walks towards the bathroom warms me to the bone. “That is what I’m asking.” He pauses in the doorway and turns over his shoulder to look at me. “You coming, doc?”
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of bed faster.
He turns on the shower to let the water warm up and turns to face me. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. I’m about to do the same when he closes the space between us and stops me.
“Let me,” he murmurs. A shiver runs down my spine even with the small bathroom getting warm from the steam of the shower. He brings his hands to the bottom of the shirt I wore to bed—his shirt—and carefully pulls it off of me.
“Stunning. Simply stunning.” He sighs, bringing one hand to my hip and the other one to the small of my back.
I only ever sleep in my underwear and one of his shirts so with my shirt now on the floor, I’m left standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
The hand on my back pulls me in flush against his chest. Our bare skin rubs together, creating even more heat between us.
I can feel my chest starting to rise and fall with need as he holds me close, pressing his lips into the side of my neck.
“I thought we were going to take a shower, fireman.”
“We are, I just need a taste of you beforehand, that’s all.
” I moan when he brings his other hand to my breast and grazes his palm over my nipple.
“God I love those little noises you make. They’re like a goddamn drug to me.
” When I moan again, I feel his cock grow beneath his shorts and start to press into me.
I bring a hand to his hard length and start to palm it over his shorts, causing him to groan into my ear.
“Come on,” he growls, forcing his shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. He helps me step out of my underwear and pulls me into the shower behind him.
The water is hot as it soaks us both when he pulls us under it.
He holds me close, pressing his lips into mine and letting his hands explore my exposed skin.
He’s frantic and needy at first, grabbing and pulling at everything he can touch and I’m ready to give it all to him.
But then, everything about him slows. His kisses become softer and his hands start to glide over my arms and down the small of my back like feathers, sending small shivers across my body.
“You’re everything to me, Hanna,” he says as he dots kisses across my collarbone. “You came into my life during one of my darkest times. I thought I was fine but I was drowning. Then you came into my life, not by choice, might I add.”
We both chuckle at the truth. I remember the first time he came into my office. Strong-lipped and putting on a brave face. How I could tell just by looking at him that he had ghosts that were haunting him even if he tried to deny it.
“And, a little at a time, I started to feel lighter. The more time I spent with you, the less darkness I felt. I needed a guiding light to bring me back to myself and you’re that for me.
My guiding light. The thing I look towards when I’m feeling lost or unsure. You bring me back to me, every time.”
My words get caught in my throat and I can’t do much more than smile at him.
What he doesn’t know is that he brought me back to myself.
He made me feel loved and seen. Safe and supported.
I was beginning to think that I wasn’t going to be someone who’d get a happily ever after, but Miles changed all of that.
“You have my heart, Hanna Smith. And I never want it back.”
“That’s good because I don’t think I ever want to give it back, Miles Adler.”
Then he kisses me, again and again, and each time feels like he’s branding me for life and making a solemn promise at the same time. One that you can’t break even if you want to. And I’m ready to keep my side of the promise for the rest of my life.
His hands loop under my butt, lifting me up and pulling me even closer than before.
Our tongues clash together as the water runs down our bodies.
Needy hands and desperate sighs fill the shower as we fall together in a fit of lust and desire.
He reaches a hand between my legs only to find that I’m already wet and ready for him.
He swirls his fingers around my clit, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Wanting him to feel as good as I do, I reach for his cock, stroking it now that it’s standing at attention.
“Please, please, I need you inside of me,” I beg through bated breaths.
I spread my legs and, still holding his cock in my hand, I use it to tease my soaking entrance.
A wave of ecstasy crashes over me when I rub him against me.
The feeling of using him like my own personal toy is better than any battery operated device I’ve ever used.
“You want to take me raw, beautiful?” His voice is husky as he asks. The hand that isn’t holding me close is currently on my breast, pinching and circling my nipple.
“God, yes. Please, Miles, fuck me just like this.” I gasp when he pushes his hips forward, sinking into me only an inch before pulling back out.
“You know I love when you use your words,” he growls.
Then, he brings a hand to the back of my neck and walks me back until my back is against the wall.
The shock of the cold tile against my skin makes me jump but adds even more thrill to the experience.
There’s a small step in his shower where he sets his products but I kick them out of the way to rest my foot there.
Leg bent at an angle, he thrusts himself forward, finally giving me the friction and fulfillment I need.
In and out, he fucks me against the wall as the shower water runs down our bodies.
“More, I need more,” I beg.
“My girl needs more? I can give you more.” He slides out of me and spins me around so I’m facing away from him. “Bend over and press your hands into the wall.”
I do as he says. He kicks my feet apart and braces his hands on my hips to hold me steady. Water runs into my eyes but I don’t even notice when the feeling of his tip teasing my entrance takes over my nervous system. He’s mimicking what I was doing to myself earlier, using himself to tease me.
“Oh my god,” I moan loudly.
“You okay with this?” he asks from behind me.
“I’m more than okay with this. Please, I need all of you. Please.”
Without another word he pushes his hips forward and at this angle, I’m seeing stars already.
My fingers grip into the tiled wall and I spread my legs further, inviting him to fuck me deeper.
He keeps steady hands on my hips as he pushes himself in and out making sure we don’t slip because of the water.
He grunts and his fingers dig deeper into the fleshy parts of my hips and I can tell he’s reaching his peak.
When he bends over and reaches a hand around to play with my clit, I can’t help but shout out in pleasure.
“That’s it. Let me hear you finish for me.”
My legs start to shake as the orgasm builds.
Between his words, his fingers, and taking him from behind, I’m worried they’re about to give out completely.
He only grips me harder, keeping me standing until he knows I’ve gotten what I need out of him.
With a few more swipes of his fingers, I’m crying out and begging for him to stop.
I love the sound of him moaning and shaking behind me, reaching his end and finishing inside of me.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and pulls me up from where I had been bent over for him.
He places a hand on my throat and pulls me into a kiss.
“I will never get tired of making you finish,” he pants, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip.
“I will never get tired of you making me finish,” I retort with a smirk.
He kisses me hard again when he pulls away, he presses his forehead into mine.
“I love you, doc. And I’m yours, as long as you’ll have me.”
“That might just be forever, fireman.”
“I hope it is.”