Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) by Crystal Kaswell Page B

semester of med school, two weeks before he leaves for another four months, God knows how many minutes before I decide when we make this official.
    I shift onto his lap. "How should I order you around?"
    "Oh, you want me to demonstrate?"
    I nod.
    He tugs at the neckline of my t-shirt. "Get rid of this."
    "Why?"
    "You'll like what happens after."
    I like it already. I pull my t-shirt over my head and watch as his eyes go wide with desire. "We've never had sex in a limo."
    "Better change that." He unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders. "You still look nervous."
    "I am."
    He smiles. "You trust me."
    "Miles, you're supposed to be rocking my world with passion. No conversations about the future of our relationship."
    "How should I be using my mouth?"
    I turn my head, offering my neck to him. His hands go to my hips. He pulls me closer as he presses his lips against my skin. It's a flutter of a kiss. The softness sends heat racing through my body.
    My thoughts have been running in circles for the last two days.
    I need this break. I need to stop thinking and feel.
    There's no patience in my movements. I tug his t-shirt over his head. Then my hands are on the hard muscles of his chest. His lips are on my neck. He kisses harder. Lower. His lips trail over my shoulders. My collarbone. My chest.
    He kisses every inch of my new tattoo. "Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
    "Show me."
    His eyes connect with mine. "Gonna be fast."
    "Good." I shift onto my knees so I can unzip my jeans and slide them off my hips.
    Miles takes over. He pulls my jeans off my feet. Then it's his jeans at his knees. His boxers.
    Damn, he looks as yummy as ever sitting there, waiting for me to mount him.
    I plant my knees outside his thighs, bringing my body onto his. No more thinking. Right now, I want to feel how much my body needs his. How much my heart needs his.
    He presses his palm against my sex. "Fuck. You're wet."
    I nod.
    His hands go to my ass. He watches my expression as he pulls my body onto his. His cock strains against me. Then he's inside me, stretching me, filling me.
    My hands go to his shoulders. I stare back at him. This is where I belong. If only we could skip the rest of the world. No work, no friends, no family, no ceremonies of any kind.
    Nothing but our bodies joining again and again.
    I lean down to press my lips to his. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and like Miles. His tongue is as hungry as mine is. He kisses me like he's never kissed me before.
    My love for him overwhelms me. I feel so fucking whole when we're joined like this.
    We belong together.
    We'll figure the rest out.
    I rock my hips to meet his movements, pushing him deeper. My thoughts fade away as he thrusts into me.
    He moves deeper. Harder.
    Pleasure collects in my core. I squeeze his shoulders and break the kiss so he can work me properly. His mouth goes to my chest. His tongue flicks against my nipple, sending pangs of pleasure through my torso. Again. Again. Again.
    My sex clenches. I'm getting there. But I want more.
    I bring my mouth to his ear. "Rub me."
    He groans with pleasure at the command. His hand goes right to my thigh. He rubs my clit with his thumb.
    Fuck. That feels good. He always takes care of me. Here. And everywhere else.
    He kisses his way up my chest and neck. Then his lips are on mine. The kiss is equal parts tender and hot.
    Affection pours between us. We're already pressed together, but still, I want him closer. Deeper. I press my palms against his back and pull him closer.
    I spread my knees wider so he can go deeper.
    "Mhmmm." Miles groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. He holds my body against his as he drives deeper. Harder.
    Pleasure overwhelms me. Almost.
    I spread a little wider. Shift a little closer.
    His mouth goes to my chest. He sucks hard. His groans vibrate against my skin. It's like this is the only way he can contain himself.
    I surrender to the sensation of our bodies joining. He has all of me.