Miller's Time (Southern Charmers 2)

As much as I want to debate, she has a point. I’m not ready to give up.

“It makes me an ass, but it fucking thrills me you haven’t had a man in your life worthy enough to meet your family. Even though I pushed this thing, it would happen eventually, and considering I’m crazy about you, it’s better if they’re with us from the beginning. As for your leaving Chicago, you can stick to the basics and they’ll understand. There’s a lot more to that story, but you’ll tell me in your own time. Any parent would worry, but when they see what you have here, hopefully, it will settle them down. If you think staying with them at a hotel will help speed up their acceptance of your choices, I’ll give you two nights.”

Her eyes dart over my face, and I feel the spike in her pulse against my thumbs. “You’re crazy about me?”

“Hell yes, not sure why you seem surprised. Our relationship hasn’t been an experiment in reconnecting. I haven’t hidden my intentions or dropped subtle hints. I’ve told you straight up from the beginning. Where have you been?”

Realization sinks in, and her green eyes brighten. “I’ve been right here, waiting for you to wise up. Apparently, your speed of time travel has clouded my senses.”

“Jesus, Ashlyn, tell me you’re with me here.”

“Maybe you should convince me.” Her statement hangs between us, the vibe shifting as the air thickens. The tip of her tongue wets her lower lip and the light in her eyes burns hotter, scorching through me. I’m taken back in time to that morning in the hotel, saying those same words and staring at me with the same desire. My dick lurches, slipping along her slickness, throbbing against her as I remember the way she felt sliding down, taking me all in, the heat surrounding me flesh on flesh.

That was Lily… This is Ashlyn… In this moment, I know she’s finally accepted what I’ve been telling her. She is one and the same.

It takes every ounce of self-control I can find not to lose myself in her with one thrust. “The possessive beast inside me wants to fucking bury myself in you right now. Feel your pussy sucking me deep until you’re panting. I want my neighbors to hear you screaming my name and know all day your insides are coated with me.”

Her breath hitches and her hips pivot, teasing me with the familiar silky smoothness. I brace my weight on one elbow, cupping her neck and skimming my other slowly down her body, circling her nipple and continuing until my fingers reach where we’re almost connected. My thumb rolls around her wet and swollen clit while my hips rock, teasing her.

“Oh my God, Miller, please.” She bows up, and I hiss when my dick slips barely inside.

“Not yet, baby,” comes out coarse and sharp. The need to have her burns through my veins, and I force myself to shift my position.

Her eyes glaze over and roll closed as she arches her back to grind harder. I keep my thumb circling and slide a finger inside while continuing to buck my hips to hers. She’s so fucking wet, her walls clenching my finger as her whimpers grow louder. Since Sunday afternoon, I’ve taken every chance to reacquaint myself with her body. The way she responds to my touch, the sounds she makes, the way her eyes communicate for her. Everything I missed all those months ago.

Another finger slides inside, and I curl them together in a strumming motion. She writhes, her red hair falling over her face and blocking my view. “Look at me.”

She brushes her hair away and dips her head, giving me what I asked. Her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed, and her breath coming in pants. She rides my hand, rubbing against me. The knot at the base of my spine tingles, and I know I can come again from the friction alone.

She clamps down, her muscles clasping my fingers, and moans, telling me she’s close. I increase my speed, leaning down to take her nipple between my teeth.

“Miller!” she shouts, coming undone against me. It’s a sound I’ve grown to love these last few days.

My dick jerks and thickens, my balls grow heavy, and I heave up, keeping my fingers inside her as I stroke myself. For the second time this morning, I explode, this time all over her.

“Shit,” I growl, the possessive animal coming alive.

“You really enjoy marking me.”

I slowly remove my fingers and haul her to me. “I never understood it. Pierce tried to explain, but it never registered. Intimacy was foreign to me. The physical part of sex was straightforward and uncomplicated. Outside of two relationships early in life, feelings have never been involved. Until you. It’s more than a mark, baby; it’s knowing I did it to you.”