Before I could say another word, he pulled me inside, shut the door, and pushed me back against it, crushing his mouth to mine. Dropping my bag at my feet, I threw my arms around his neck and held him tight, reveling in the feel of our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating closely, our uncertainty gone.

“God, Natalie,” he murmured, taking my face in his hands. “I missed you so much. I missed you every fucking minute we were apart, and I hated myself for it.”

“It wasn’t all your fault.” I kissed his chin and his cheek and his lips. “Just mostly.”

“Hey.” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. “Be careful, little girl. Just because I asked you to marry me doesn’t mean you’re off the naughty list.”

“What’s this? An overly amorous husband already?”

“Yeah. What’s your advice book say to do about that?”

I smiled. “Run.” Ducking beneath his arm, I took off running through the living room, squealing as I raced through the dining room and kitchen, Miles hot on my heels. Breathless with laughter, I looped back through the front hall and bolted up the stairs. Miles took them at least two at a time, grabbing me just as we reached the top.

“That’s it, little girl. You’re in trouble with me.” He threw me over his shoulder and I pounded my fists against his butt.

“Let me go!” I howled, kicking my legs.

“Never.” He went into his room and tossed me onto the bed, set his glasses on the table, then crawled on top of me, kissing my chest and throat and lips. “Do you hear me? I will never let you go.”

I dug my heels into his ass, pinning his erection between my legs. Desire swept through me. “But will you let me come?”

He gave me a wicked smile. “First and often.”

“Oh God, Miles,” I murmured as he kissed his way down my body. “I missed you. I missed this. I missed everything.”

“Then let me take care of you.” Getting to his knees at my side, he pulled off my shorts and panties, and pushed up my shirt. “Poor baby,” he said, low and sweet, moving aside the white lace cups of my bra to expose my breasts. He kissed each hard, tingling nipple as his hand moved up the inside of one leg, hitching up my knee. “All this time and no attention. Let me make you feel good.”

I arched my back and closed my eyes, bringing one arm over my head. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, making my core muscles clench. “Did you wait for me to make you come? Or were you a bad girl? Did you do it yourself?”

“I waited for you.” I reached down with my other hand and rubbed his cock through his jeans. “And I wanted you so badly.”

He teased me open and rubbed my clit with one fingertip, making my whole body twitch. “Does that feel better?”

“Yes,” I panted as all the angst and tension and misery I’d felt over the last few weeks centered beneath his nimble fingers. “Yes.”

Dipping one fingertip inside me, he spread my wetness over my clit in tight little circles that made my stomach quiver with desire. His other hand whispered across my chest, barely brushing my nipples, trailing between my breasts. I kept my palm over the bulge in his jeans, torn between begging him to fuck me right now and letting him get me off with his hand. He was just so fucking good at this! The thought that I got him to myself for the rest of my life was nearly enough to push me right over the edge.

My breaths came faster and louder, turning to moans and sighs as he took one nipple between his fingers and gave it a series of little pinches before holding it firmly. “Yes,” he whispered as I began to writhe under his hands. “That’s it. Let me watch you lose control.” He switched to the other nipple and increased the pace and pressure of his fingers on my clit, and my entire body seized up.

“Oh God—yes…” I dropped my head to the side, my hips moving involuntarily, my cries loud and unabashed.

“Fuck yes. Come for me,” he growled, and his voice sent me soaring over the peak, exploding beneath his fingertips in hot, frantic pulses.

Within seconds after the climax the pressure was too much, and I grabbed his wrist, curling onto one side. “Miles.” I couldn’t catch my breath. I could barely open my eyes.

“You. Are so. Fucking. Beautiful.” Eyes on me, he tore off his clothes while I watched, my insatiable body shivering with want. When he was naked, he stood next to the bed, grabbed my legs and turned my body ninety degrees. Hooking his hands behind my knees, he hitched them up alongside his hips, my heels resting on the edge of the bed.

“I want you inside me,” I panted. “Now.”

“Shhhhh.” He lowered his mouth to mine, and I grabbed his head, holding him to me. Our tongues tangled and tasted and teased. Slowly he kissed his way down my chest to my stomach then my thighs, kissing one and then the other. “I’m making my way inside you, believe me.” He brought his mouth between my legs, teasing me with warm breath and soft lips brushing gently back and forth. I moaned as he stroked up through my pussy with a firm, flat tongue that felt like velvet against my skin, once, twice, three times. Finally he lingered at the top, kissing and sucking gently on my clit, his hands pressing my thighs open.

“Oh, God,” I murmured, grabbing handfuls of my hair. “That feels so good, soft like that. I love it.”

“I like hearing what you want,” he said, his breath on my wet pussy making my toes curl. “I want to give it to you.”

“Just like that,” I said as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive little bud. It tingled and throbbed, bringing me closer to another orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes. Now more. Harder.”

He did exactly as I directed, and within seconds I came again, my hands yanking my hair, his name falling from my lips.

“Please.” My voice was weak as he straightened up, kissing a path up the inside of one leg and setting my heel on his shoulder. “I want everything. Give me everything.”

“Always,” he said, his eyes dark with desire as he pushed inside me. “Everything I have, everything I am.” He brought the other leg up and kissed my calf and ankle and instep before putting it on his shoulder. I touched my knees together as he gripped my hips. Holding me still, he thrust in and out with steady, rhythmic strokes. “I love watching my cock slide inside you, nice and slow. I love how wet and warm and tight you feel. I love that I can make you come with my fingers and my tongue first, then fuck you so hard you’ll come again.” Each time, he pushed a little harder, reached a little deeper, until finally he buried himself completely and leaned into me, bracing his hands on the bed and crushing the tops of my legs to my breasts.

At that point, something about the angle and depth made my insides start to contract and I lost the ability to string words into a coherent thought. My entire being was reduced to just my physical self, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle tense, every inch of my skin humming. Breathless and near delirious with want, I waited, suspended on the moregasm plateau, in that sublime marriage of ecstasy and frustration, desperate for that moment of release. Our eyes met.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, rocking his hips a little faster. “It’s been too long, and you feel so good, and you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t stop.”

“No! Don’t stop!” I cried, feeling myself begin to tip. “I want you to do it. I want to feel you throb inside me. It makes me come so hard.”

My words sent him over, and he cursed and growled and gasped as he lost himself to me, my insides gripping his driving cock like my body couldn’t get enough. When he’d regained control, he slipped my legs off his shoulders and slid an arm under my back, moving me further onto the bed so he could lie next to me. Tears dripped from my eyes as we clung to each other, arms and legs tangled, my head buried in the crook of his neck.

“God, I love you,” Miles said, kissing my head. “I fucking love you so much. Now I get it.”