Delicate Promises (Southern Bride 2)

“You really think I won’t last five thrusts? I said it’s been a while, not that I was a virgin all over again.”

“You’re the one who said you wouldn’t.”

“You should take that as a compliment, Kyns.”

She shrugged. “Or it could mean you haven’t had sex in a really, really long time.”

I rubbed my nose over hers and pushed in more. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. God, she felt amazing.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”

Her breaths quickened. “Miles, stop teasing me.”

I buried my face in her neck and pushed all the way in. Being inside this woman left me utterly breathless. I’d been dreaming of this moment for so many years. Hell, since the morning I woke up in the barn with her in my arms. I had wanted her again, but that fucking phone call interrupted us, and then that asshole showed up.

“Miles,” she softly whispered as her fingers moved over my back. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Slowly, I pulled almost all the way out before sliding back into her. Her eyes locked with mine, and I was lost to the sensation, lost to all the years we’d been without each other, lost to her.

“Tell me it feels good, Kynslee.”

Her eyes shut, and she arched her back, a sigh slipping from between her pretty pink lips. “It feels like heaven.”

“I’ve dreamed of this for so many nights, baby.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she somehow managed to hold them back. “Don’t treat me like I’m delicate, Miles.”

I smiled. “Tell me what you want me to do, princess. I want to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She didn’t miss a beat.

“Fuck me. Hard and fast.”

With a wide smile, I did exactly that, and I lasted much longer than five thrusts. Ooh Rah.

Kynslee

LOUD THUNDER RATTLED the windows of the small cabin. I felt the bed move, and Miles jump out of it.

I opened my eyes to see him pacing. His hands were in his hair, and he was mumbling. He looked upset about something. I waited for a minute before I realized he wasn’t stopping.

Throwing the covers off, I looked around. One of his T-shirts was on the floor. I put it on and carefully made my way over to him.

“Miles? Is everything okay?”

He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Kynslee?”

I smiled. “Yes, are you okay?”

With a smile that practically lit up the entire dark room, he made his way over to me. He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in years. His hands quickly removed the T-shirt before he picked me up and carried me back to the bed, where he gently laid me down. My heart raced as he crawled over me.

“I want to make love to you again,” he whispered softly against my lips. I wanted to ask him if he’d had a bad dream, what had made him jump out of bed and paced like that, but I was lost to him. Lost to the way he made me feel so cherished. Lost to his lovemaking.

After Miles had cleaned himself and me off, he pulled me to him, and I drifted off into a beautiful dream.

My body ached in the most delicious way. I’d had sex. Finally. Not just any sex. Sex with Miles. Three times last night.

Smiling, I rolled over to find the bed empty with a note on the pillow. I reached for it and sat up, drawing the sheet with me.

Kyns,

Didn’t have any breakfast here, so I ran to get some. Be back soon.

Miles

PS. Don’t leave. We need to talk.

I swallowed hard. What did that mean, we need to talk? Was it good, bad? Shit, was Miles going to say we made a mistake?

With a shake of my head, I calmed myself down. No, it wasn’t bad. Nothing about last night or this morning had been bad. It had been the opposite, amazing. Even better than our last time together. Beautifully perfect. We might not have said it, but it was obvious we had both been wanting that to happen for a very long time. There was a connection between me and Miles, always had been. I had fallen in love with him years ago, and the way he was looking at me when he made love to me at four in the morning said he felt the same way. Maybe that was what he wanted to talk about.

A thrill raced through my body, and I slipped out of bed and made my way to the small bathroom where I took another shower. I wanted to be cleaned up before Miles came back. Maybe we could go for round four before we had this little talk.

I heard the front door open and shut. “Kyns?”

With a wicked smile I headed toward the living room. I was about to give Miles a little show. Maybe we could play a little before we had that talk.