Chapter 32
MILES
We crash against the elevator wall and I shove my hands under Caroline’s sweater, needing to feel her skin.
The last of my restraint came apart somewhere between the lobby and when the doors slid shut and we were finally, properly alone.
I gave in, letting myself get lost in her—nearly taken out by each mind-melting stroke of her tongue.
I’m practically panting with need as I grip her bare waist, my thumbs curling to tease and tug at the waistband of her jeans.
God, her skin… Yes.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I mumble between crushing kisses. “Missed how incredible you feel.”
And, Jesus, has she always smelled this good?
“Me too.” She drives her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and I moan—loud enough to snap her back to remembering where we are, I guess, because she pulls back slightly. “Miles…” she almost whimpers my name as she slips her hands back out from my pants.
I already hate the inch of space between our lips. After the last month, denying myself any longer feels torturous.
“We have to…” she trails off, her words lost to the flick of my thumbs over her nipples. Even through her bra, they feel hard and… needy.
Can nipples be needy? These ones sure are. As in, they need my mouth on them.
“We have to what?” I ask, sucking and licking her neck. “Don’t say wait. ’Cause I can’t wait another fucking second.”
The door grinds open and she drags me toward my apartment door, laughing. “Come on.”
“Fuck, I need you.” I tug her back against me as we stumble along.
“You can have me,” she teases, equally unable to tear herself away. “Just… not in the hallway.”
“Oh,” I deadpan, “fancy girl’s got standards.”
I don’t know how we navigate from the hallway, through the door, and into my bedroom, but clothes and shoes form a scattered trail in our wake. We careen in a half-naked tangle until we topple onto my bed like desperate, fumbling teenagers.
“Take these off.” Caroline shoves my already-unzipped jeans over my hips and I awkwardly roll to the side to tug them down, along with my boxer briefs. They’re still around my calves when I crash back into her, and she laughs. “All the way off!”
“Fuck it,” I mumble against her lips before tugging her panties to the side and driving two fingers into her perfect warmth. Fuck, she feels so good. Like home.
“Oh my God,” she groans.
The way I’m working my fingers isn’t gentle or slow, but I don’t hear any complaints. And, when she spits into her palm and slips her hand between us to stroke my aching cock, I know we’re not messing around here. It’s been too long. We’ve been too starved of each other.
“Get on your back,” she whispers before giving my shoulder a firm shove.
I pull my fingers out as I roll onto my back, then stare up in wonder at the confident girl tearing off her panties to climb over me. “Where’d this bossy attitude come from?”
“Figured out what I want.” Brow arched, she guides me into position, still stroking with a gentle squeeze. “And what I want… is to ride you until I come.”
Biting her lip, she whips her head around to my bedside table and leans over. But I guess she yanks the drawer open a bit too enthusiastically, because the entire thing comes flying out and she yelps as its contents spill onto the floor.
“No! Dang it!” Left holding nothing but the little empty drawer by the knob, she lets out a plaintive groan.
I lift up on my elbows and sigh when I clock the state of affairs on the floor—specifically, the box of condoms now well out of reach. I flop back on the bed with a tired sigh but can’t quite resist gripping my shaft and slipping the tip through her wetness once more.
“Well, shoot…” She sets the drawer on top of the nightstand and moves over me, tilting her hips like she can’t help it, but then catches herself and backs off with a pained sort of impatience. “I should get the…”
I squeeze her hip, my fingers digging into her skin. “My tests were clear.”
Her eyes flit between the spilled box of condoms and my face, her brows pinching with need as I press the heated crown of my dick against her clit.
“Um… same. I mean, I got tested after…” She makes a little gesture with her hand, obviously not wanting to get into the why.
“And I’ve had an IUD for years. We could”—she swallows, then whimpers as I circle her clit—“go without, I guess?”
I tug her down firmly by the back of the neck so our lips are almost touching. “You sure?” I kiss her hard, hungry and desperate. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
But she’s already working her hips to guide me inside her.
“Baby, fuck…” I lie back and hold her steady for a torturous beat. “Are you sure? Tell me.”
“Yes, fuck me bare. God, please.” Her breaths skitter and catch as she sinks down, tilting and grinding as she takes me deeper. She’s so ready, she doesn’t have to lift her hips more than once before she takes it all on the next stroke.
“Shit, Caroline,” I say, reaching up to pinch her perfect nipples.
She rocks her hips and I can’t do anything but encourage her.
“Look at you.”
She doesn’t stop.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you take what’s yours. And you”—I pause, bucking up to meet her—“are fucking taking it. So well, honey.”
A small, almost enamored smile touches her lips.
“What?”
“I dunno, I just like when you call me honey.”
“Yeah?” I lift a brow, slipping a hand between us to thumb her clit. “But I thought you weren’t sweet.”
“I’m not.” She starts to bounce gently up and down, uninhibited and greedy for every stroke.
“No?”
“Maybe I used to be. But I’m done being sweet.” She bounces harder. “Done being nice.” Voice breaking, she adds, “And I’m done being good.”
“Tell me what you are then.” I sit up to crush her mouth to mine, working her clit faster as she grinds against me.
“What are you, Caroline?” I lightly collar her throat, my grip gentle and reverent; I can’t believe I got this lucky—that this incredible woman wants me as much as I want her.
“Tell me what you are while you soak this cock.”
Her movements become frenzied as she chases her release, but she doesn’t slow down. “I’m… I’m…”
“You my bad girl?” I increase the pressure on her clit, speeding up, then draw her nipple into my mouth. “You my perfect little slut?” I murmur around her tight bud. “My desperate little whore?”
“Miles, I’m gonna…”
“God, I fucking love you like this.” I pull my hand away only long enough to slap her ass, then get right back to work. “Say what you are, Caroline. Say it and come those pretty brains out for me.”
Clenching around me, she can barely speak but manages to suck in a gasp as she starts to break. “I’m your…”
“Do it. Own it. Now, baby.” She’s fucking everything in this moment.
“I’m your dirty… little… slut…” She barely gets the words out before she’s spiraling, keening, practically convulsing in the safety of my arms as a warm gush envelops the throbbing heat where our bodies are joined.
“That’s my fucking girl,” I bite out, then quickly lie back, lifting her hips slightly.
Pounding upward hard and fast, I piston into her, my thrusts become more erratic.
And, when I go over the edge into an almost frantic oblivion, I don’t give a shit what the neighbors can hear.
I moan loudly through my own release, spilling hot and deep inside her as she rides out the last waves of her pleasure.
As she slows and softens, I lower her, drawing her close to press my forehead to hers. Our chests heave and shudder as we settle in each other’s arms, and I kiss her, loving how the involuntary twitches of my cock echo the faint clenches in her core.
“Shit,” I say through a low chuckle, “I never got my pants all the way off.”
Laughing, she glances over her shoulder at my jeans, still bunched around my ankles. She turns back to me, grinning and sex-addled and perfect. “I love you.” She kisses my cheek, then my temple.
“I love you too.” I swallow. “Felt like I couldn’t breathe without you.”
Tears well in those beautiful eyes and she cradles my jaw. “God, I missed you. Missed this. Us.”
I kiss her again, slow and searching.
“How do you do it?” she asks when our lips part, looking at me with wonder. “One minute you’re dressing up cats in silly costumes and the next you’re this… this sex beast.”
“Sex beast?” I nose her cheek. “Thought my title was sex sensei.”
She bites her lip. “Maybe you can be both.”
“Well, what can I say… Guess I contain multitudes.” I do an aggressive eyebrow waggle for good measure, selling the corny reference to the day we met.
“Oh, very clever.” She rolls her eyes, then kisses me like she can’t help it. “But seriously. You’re everything. Everything I didn’t know I wanted. Needed. And you were right, I had no idea what I was missing—and not just with sex.”
“Neither did I.”
Her gaze falls from mine, a delicate smile on her lips.
“Caroline, seriously, you…” I exhale hard, trying to steady my emotions, then brush the hair back from her cheek. “You make my brain quiet.”
She looks up and runs her thumb over the cleft of my chin. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“Best feeling in the world.”