The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

He bends and nips my clitoris, and I convulse as I come in a rush. My body lurches forward, and he pushes me back down. “Shh,” he whispers as he calms me. “Again,” he chants as his eyes hold mine.

“No.” I sit up in a rush and grab his shoulder and pull him up over me. We kiss as we fall back to the mattress, and my leg wraps around his waist.

Hell, what a way to wake up.

Our kiss turns frantic, and I feel his cock nudge my opening, and then he pauses.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” I breathe as I hold his face to mine.

He closes his eyes for a split second, and then, as if unable to relax without a condom, he drags himself off me and goes to the bedside. I watch as he tears one open and rolls it on.

Then he’s back on me. He slides home deep in one swift movement. I cry out as my sex begins to spasm around his thick muscle. “Hold it,” he growls.

Fuck . . . how are you supposed to hold it? Like that’s a thing.

He looks down at me. His olive skin has a sheen of perspiration, his blue eyes are beaming, and I smile in wonder at the perfect specimen in front of me . . . inside me.

He widens his legs and goes up unto his knees and then lifts my legs in front of him by my ankles and begins to pump me—thick, heavy hits—and his jaw hangs slack as he watches the place our bodies meet.

I can see every muscle in his torso contract as he pushes forward. Goddamn . . . watching Jameson Miles fuck is the world’s best porn. He picks up the pace, and his body goes into overdrive. I scrunch the blankets beneath me as I feel myself build.

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the room. His eyes close in ecstasy, and he moans as his body really goes to town. “I’m close,” I whimper.

“Hold it,” he barks as he pumps.

“Jameson.”

He grabs my legs and puts them to one side and together, and his eyes flicker with arousal as his pumps become slow and measured.

Oh . . . my man likes it tight.

I clench down, and his head throws back. I clench again, and he can’t hold it. He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk as he comes deep inside my body. He empties himself, and then, knowing I can’t come in that position, rises over me and kisses me as we fall tender.

This is what I love . . . this is my favorite kind of sex with him. Gentle, tender lovemaking. He holds himself up onto his elbows and kisses me as his body gives me exactly what I need.

Him . . . I need all of him.

Our eyes are locked as something so beautiful runs between us. His kiss is tender, but it’s the look in his eyes that’s turning me inside out.

We’re falling for each other.

This is not casual sex; this isn’t even sex. This is the ultimate lovemaking.

“Jay,” I pant as my eyes search his.

“I know, baby,” he whispers. I grip his shoulders, and he holds himself deep, and my body contracts around his.

His lips take mine, and our kiss is slow and unhurried and everything I’ve never had.

He slowly finishes me and then drops to the mattress beside me and rolls me to face him.

We look at each other, and I’m overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness.

I stare at his beautiful face, and I smile softly. “I feel like—”

“Don’t.” He cuts me off.

“What?” I frown.