Miller's Time (Southern Charmers 2)

Fuck, I’m a goner, powerless to her seduction. I swell inside her, slam up once more, and barely hear her screams over the ringing in my ears. She flies up, holding on and trembling. My dick jerks as I pour into her, feeling every pulse as it coats her.

Unable to hold myself up, my arms give out, and we collapse back to the bed, me rolling us to keep from crushing her. Her chest heaves against mine, the warmth of her breath spreading over my throat.

“Fuck, baby. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

She stays quiet for a few seconds until a small giggle escapes, and she hauls herself up, staying seated on me. “You in no way hurt me.”

I just came harder than I have in my life, but my cock isn’t ready to quit. She scores her nails down my chest and abs, my muscles flexing at her touch. The flush of her face, the glow of her eyes, the sight of her sitting astride me… all of it burns in my brain. I know this woman fucking owns me.

Chapter 14

Ashlyn

The arm draped over my waist tenses at the same time his breathing pattern picks up. I don’t dare move, savoring these last few seconds before our day starts. Last night was easily the best night of my life and selfishly I want to stay in this bed all day, losing myself in him and making up for lost time.

Even though I’ve woken up several times in this same position, this morning is different.

Everything is different.

There is no more living in a state of denial. This thing between Miller and me is real and it’s happening.

My clothes are hanging in his closet and tucked into his dresser drawers. I have my side of the bathroom, and my toiletries are scattered around the sink. All of my things are stored in his garage next to where my car is parked.

I’m officially living with my boyfriend. One month in Charleston and my life has taken more twists and turns than ever before.

That’s not the only official thing. I’m in love with Miller Kendrick. One hundred percent, head-over-heels, have babies and grow old, in love with him.

“It’s too early for your brain to be this active.” His husky voice washes over me.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your heart is racing, and there’s a little quiver in your stomach that’s lively against my arm.”

Those little quivers go into a full-out flutter, and I find his hand, lacing my fingers with his.

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Cut me some slack. It’s the first morning I’m waking up in my new place with my boyfriend. This is a monumental occasion that deserves some dedicated brain space.”

I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling. “Yeah, I can cut you some slack. As long as this isn’t a segue into you wigging out.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Fuck, I don’t want to get up.”

“I know what you mean.” I snuggle deeper into his hard, warm body and feel the unmistakable tic of his erection on my lower back.

He slides our joined hands lower, nudging them between my thighs, and rolls his thumb across my clit.

“Hmmm,” I moan appreciatively, the flutters going into overdrive.

“Help me out here, darlin’.”

I hitch my calf over his and tilt back until I am completely open to him. He untwines our fingers and glides his along my slit, skillfully teasing the sensitive skin until I’m pretty sure I’m panting.

“So fucking wet.” He nibbles on my earlobe softly.

“Yes.”

“You know how fucking sexy it is knowing that’s all mine?”

All I can do is nod, understanding the meaning behind his words. My sexual experience isn’t as vast as his, but never once have I had a lover without protection. Last night, we gave in to the wild and intense passion I never knew possible. Whatever memories I held on to shattered immediately. The moment he slid into me, looking down with a savage possession, rocked me to my bones. When we exploded, I felt every pulse as he emptied inside me.

Now as he plays, taunting me, it’s a mixture of us together. His hips dip and he guides himself slowly inside. “Silky, hot, wet, never felt anything like this.”

I whimper, pleasure ripping through my body. This is new for me, and with each stroke, sizzling sensations light up. “Oh God,” I finally find my words.

“That works for me, but I need your face, gorgeous.”

My neck cranes to the side, trying to give him what he needs without shifting our connection. My eyes meet his and I swear the air leaves my lungs. The deep blue orbs pierce into me, fierce and powerful enough to hold me captive.

The air around us sizzles, cracking with intensity. He bends, placing his lips to mine, barely kissing me. My lungs come back to life with short, shallow breaths.