Page 387 of His Virgin Romance Series
“You can close the door,” I told him.
Miles turned and closed the door. He turned to me slowly, and I could see on his face that he was unsure what I wanted from this.
“Come closer,” I said.
Again, he did what I wanted wordlessly. I reached up behind my back and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the ground around my feet. I saw Miles’s eyes flicker over my body and I knew he wanted me… as much as I wanted him. I unhooked my bra and pulled it off. I saw Miles’s intake of breath, and I felt a curious sense of power flood through me. I pulled off my panties and kicked them away.
This time, Miles didn’t need my command. He walked over, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me towards him. His lips hit mine at the same time, and instantly we were locked in a passionate embrace that was filled with the heat and urgency of absence.
I clawed at him, trying to peel away the layers of fabric that separated us. I felt his buttons pop as I tore at his shirt to reveal the hard wall of muscle underneath. Then I fumbled with his belt buckle, as one hand stroked his erection. He barely got his pants off before he swung me around, bent me over the sofa top, and pushed inside me with one swift move. I was so wet that he slid inside me easily, and I gasped out in unrepentant pleasure.
He fucked me hard, with his hands wrapped around my body, cupping my breasts and anchoring me to his body. I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh every time he slammed into me, and it sounded like music… a different kind of music but music all the same. I could feel his orgasm come slowly, but he forced himself into a slower pace until he had prevented its coming.
Then he turned me around, pushed me back against the couch, and fell on top of me. I let my hands run down his cool, smooth chest and I realized how much I had missed this… and how much I had longed for it on all those lonely nights I’d spent on Seth’s couch. But this was not all I craved. It wasn’t all about sex. Sex was just the best way in which I could express the depth of my feeling for Miles. It was everything… and I knew now I couldn’t live without him.
We came together, and afterward, with my head resting comfortably on Miles’s chest, I breathed him in and sighed in relief.
“That painting you created of me… it really was beautiful,” I said, kissing his chest. “I wish I could see it every day.”
“You can,” Miles said surprisingly.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I bought the painting,” Miles told me. “It’s mine.”
“I… you bought your own painting?” I asked.
He smiled. “I put it up without thinking that anyone would actually be interested in buying my work. When I realized that my pieces were popular, I wanted to take it down before someone decided to buy it. Except that Gordon refused to do that because it meant foregoing his cut of the painting. So I paid him off.”
I shook my head. “But why?”
“Because I thought that you and I were really over,” Miles admitted. “And I realized that that painting might be the only thing I would have left of you. And I knew I couldn’t give that up… no matter how many thousands I was offered.”
“Wow,” I breathed.
“I love you, Gabby… and that’s never going to change. The only thing that is going to change is that from now on I will tell you everything… full transparency… always.”
I nodded. “Good… because this time we have to do it right.”
“I agree… no more mistakes and no more lies,” Miles promised me, as he stroked my hair and kissed me gently on the lips
And despite everything… I believed him. “Hey,” I said, cupping his face with my hand. “I have an offer for you?”
“Oh?” Miles asked, and he sounded intrigued. “What is it?”
“I just moved into this apartment,” I said.
Miles looked around as though he were seeing it for the first time. “It’s nice.”
“Thanks,” I said. “So anyway… I just moved in, but I can’t afford to stay here alone. I need a roommate.”
“Oh, yeah?” Miles asked, with a knowing smile.
“You know anyone who’s interested?”
“What are your requirements?” Miles asked innocently.
“Someone… tall, handsome… good in the sack,” I said.
Miles laughed. “I know a guy,” he said. “He lives in a basement at the moment.”
“We can’t have that,” I said. “Tell him there’s a room for him here.”
Suddenly, Miles’s face grew serious. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Are you really sure?”
I nodded with certainty. “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure about you.”
