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Wow. I’d missed that when I’d been experimenting.

Booker chuckled, but didn’t pause in anything he was doing. He didn’t pause at all, but he took it so slowly and deliberately that I didn’t need him to. I was floating on a haze of arousal, the occasional spike of pleasure from one touch or another keeping me just alert enough not to doze off in bliss.

By the time Booker helped me roll onto my stomach, propped up on fluffy pillows, I was so relaxed I could’ve gone skydiving and not even made a peep on the way down.

My eyes closed as Booker’s weight settled on top of me, a hum tickling the back of my throat, thighs parting eagerly. I wanted this. I wanted it so much I had to muffle a laugh into the pillow under my head, had to force myself not to squirm with excitement.

“Sure you’re ready for this?” Booker asked.

I nodded, biting my lip. I couldn’t remember being readier for anything.

“I’m ready.”

24

BOOKER

Sinking into the warmth of Miles’s body felt like coming home. I loved touching him, being in contact with him, from the brush of fingers to the full body press of skin to skin, and this was no exception. I loved the way he felt against me, around me, relaxed and laughing into the pillow, spreading his legs and arching his back.

For a man who hadn’t been sure a week ago that he liked sex at all...

“You’re perfect,” I murmured against his neck, dropping a kiss between his shoulder blades. Because he was perfect, every inch of him, and I still barely believed I had him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Full.” Miles laughed wryly. “I don’t think you have a beginner-friendly cock.”

“You wanna stop?” I asked, hesitating. He wasn’t wrong, and I would’ve sooner jumped out the window than hurt him.

“Absolutely not,” Miles said, burying his face in the pillow and shifting his weight under me. “You won’t hurt me. I know I’ll be okay.”

“You will,” I promised, pressing a kiss behind his ear, nuzzling his neck, breathing in the scent of cologne and shampoo and soap until my head spun, dizzy with closeness. “I’ve got you.”

“Book?” Miles asked, voice muffled.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

I hadn’t called him that before, but Miles’s laughter reassured me before I had time to worry about it.

“I do still want you to fuck me,” he murmured, almost petulant.

I wasn’t about to say no to that.

I curled a hand around his hip to hold him still and rocked into him, going slow, letting him feel every inch of movement without taking any risks.

I hadn’t expected him to melt into the mattress and make a low, needy sound that definitely meant more, but Miles was full of surprises.

“Like that?” I asked.

Miles made another noise in the back of his throat, straining against my hold on him. He definitely liked that.

I chuckled, giving him what he wanted, still slow and careful, pressing kisses to every inch of skin I could reach.

I loved that Miles basked in affection like he did, always seeking more of it, because I wanted to give it. I wanted endless kisses and to sleep curled around him and to tell him how incredible he was, how happy being with him made me, how lucky I felt that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“Feels good,” Miles murmured, breathless, still pushing back against me as far as my hold let him. “Feels so good, Book.”

He was right about that. Time had stopped for me. The whole world had stopped for me except for Miles, the warmth of his body and the sound of his sighs and the satisfaction of knowing I was responsible for them. I would’ve given my whole life to making him sigh and moan and squirm like he was and called it well-spent.

Miles threaded his fingers through the ones I had curled around his hip, prying them off so he could move with me. I loved seeing him confident. I loved that he always was around me, that I made him feel so safe that he could do anything.