Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) (2 page)

I melt. I'm asking her to marry me, and she's replying with a sex joke.

She's perfect.

Her voice drops to a whisper. "Yes. Of course."

She's smiling. Her brown eyes are bright.

She's not just happy. She's ecstatic.

My entire body goes light. I slide the ring onto her finger.

"Is this really happening?" She stares at the ring. Her eyes fill with wonder then they're back on me. "It's huge."

"We both know you can take huge."

She laughs as she traces the outline of the stone.

I want to feel every ounce of her joy. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a deep kiss.

"Miles," she murmurs. "Your uncle will see."

Her hands go to my hair. She pulls me closer. Her lips part to make way for my tongue.

I know her body, know how to make her needy. I drag my fingertips up her thigh until she's groaning into my mouth. She arches her body into mine, spurring me on.

She sighs as she pulls back. "Not in front of Damon."

"Why not?"

"Miles!" She squeals. "I don't want him to think I'm a tramp."

"He wasn't 85, Princess." I call her by her
Star Wars
nickname. Last Halloween, she dressed as Princess Leia. I knew she would, so I dressed as Han Solo. I've been calling her Princess ever since. It used to annoy her, but now it makes her smile. "He didn't think anybody was a tramp."

She flips me off playfully then looks at the tombstone. "I love your nephew—"

"He adopted me."

She nods. "I love your son more than anything. I'm sorry we couldn't meet. I'll try to take good care of him."

I push myself to my feet and slide my arms around her.

Relief floods my limbs. I fucking missed her.

Meg presses her lips against mine with a hungry kiss. We have a lot of time to make up for, but she's clearly exhausted. I can't fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked. Hell, it's not just what she wants. I haven't gone twenty-nine days without sex since I started having sex.

I need to be deep inside her. I need her nails raking across my back, her limbs shaking as she comes.

I need her coming again and again.

My lips press together. I fucking miss the taste of her. Especially the way her thighs press against my cheeks as she comes on my tongue.

Now to find a spot private enough that I can peel her jeans to her feet, slide between her legs, and lick her until she's screaming my name.

"I have to show you something," she murmurs. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

She's close to falling asleep in my arms. This will have to wait until we're in a proper bed. I'm not about to go easy on her. Not for anything.

"Miles." Her fingers find the bare skin of my chest. She pulls my t-shirt aside and traces the lines of my tattoo.

Her lips part with a sigh of desire. A lot of women have ogled me, but none do it the way Meg does, with this mix of need, lust, love, and appreciation.

No one knows me the way she does. Damon is the only other person who ever saw me, all of me.

She takes a half-step backward.

Her eyes fill with vulnerability. Even now, after a year, it's rare that she has her guard this low.

Slowly, she pulls the zipper of her hoodie to her waist. Her hands go to her chest, covering her cleavage.

Huh? Meg isn't shy about her breasts. She knows how much I appreciate them. In fact, there's no one in the parking lot. I should take her there and suck on her nipples until she's purring my name.

Her eyes turn down. Her cheeks flush.

She's nervous.

"I... I did this last weekend." Her cheeks turn even more red. "Damn. This is scary. How do you strip on stage every night?"

"I know my strong suit."

She smiles, but it's quickly replaced by a nervous look. Slowly, she peels one hand off her chest. The other goes to the strap of her tank top and pulls it aside.

My exhale sucks up every drop of breath in my body.

There's ink on her chest. Three little words:
Be Brave, Love
.

The song I wrote for her, to tell her I loved her.

The song she begged me not to write.

A mirror of the tattoo I got for my uncle. Same place on her chest. Same font.

"I don't know that I've ever seen you speechless." Her voice lifts until it's confident. "I should get more tattoos."

My hand goes to her skin. I trace the lines with my fingers. My words are on her body. This connection between us is on her body.

It's forever.

The ink curves over the swell of her breast. It's outside her bra. It will be on display whenever she wears something low-cut.

I'll see it every time I get her naked.

I need her naked immediately.

"Let's go." I slide my hands to her waist. Again, I pull her body into mine. "I need to be inside you."

She laughs. "I'm holding the cards."

"You're always holding the cards."

She shakes her head. "No. I'm not. But right now, I have you exactly where I want you." She slides her hand over the neckline of my t-shirt. "It's intoxicating. Is this why you're obnoxious twenty-four seven?"

Blood is quickly fleeing my brain. Her hands on my skin do nothing to help the situation.

We're teasing. God knows, I love teasing her. "You don't find me charming?"

"You are charming." She smiles. "You're charming, and you're at my mercy."

"I'll rip off your clothes right here."

"Not in front of your uncle!"

"In the car."

"Let me see yours again." She tugs at my t-shirt.

I pull the garment low enough that she can see every tattoo on my chest. Her fingers go to her name—
Megara
—in thick black letters, then they're on the quote on my other pec.
Be Brave, Live
.

"People are going to think you're the world's biggest Sinful Serenade fan," I tease.

"I am." She looks up at me. "There's no one in the world who appreciates your mouth more than I do."

Damn, she's reveling in having the upper hand. Can't complain. She looks just as adorable drunk with power as she does blushing.

This is going to be a miserable drive. But it will be worth it. My place is forty minutes without traffic. Drew and Kara's place is closer. Twenty minutes. But it's only useful if they're out.

Damn, it's hard to concentrate with all my blood rushing to my cock. I could swear Drew said something about flying straight to San Francisco to visit with her family. But maybe that was Pete flying to New York to see Jess's family.

Meg laughs with glee. "You're at my mercy."

I stare into her brown eyes. "Was it the marriage proposal that gave it away?"

She bites her lip. "That helped."

Okay. Need enough blood in my brain to think of where I'm going to rip off her panties.

I take her hand and change the subject. "You get that ink by yourself?"

She smiles. "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

"Mom came with me."

"Susan went with you?"

"You have to call her Mom if we're getting married. She'll die of happiness. She adores you. She thinks you're a gentleman." Meg bites her lip. Her eyes bore into mine. "Do you like it?"

"I fucking love it." I plant a hard kiss on her lips. I'm tempted to pin her to the car right here. I need to show her how much I love the tattoo. How much I love every inch of her. "Now get in the car so I can have my way with you."

***

T
hree minutes on the road, and I give up on getting to a house. Any house.

I need Meg naked immediately. I need her screaming my name as she comes.

I pull into the nearest hotel. It's a budget chain. Not as high class as the night of our engagement deserves, but I can't say I give a fuck about the setting at the moment.

Meg clears her throat. She's attempting confident and aloof, but with the way she's pressing her knees together and biting her lip, I know she's as desperate as I am.

Fuck, I bet she's wet.

She's always fucking wet.

It takes much too long to check in. Meg perks up as we take the stairs to our room. Her hand slides under my leather jacket then under my t-shirt.

Damn, I love the way her hand feels against my skin.

I unlock the door and push it open. Might as well make a gesture. I scoop her into my arms and carry her over the threshold.

She laughs with glee. "Miles! If you break my back, I'm not marrying you."

"Fair enough." I kick the door closed and set her on the bed.

"You know I'm keeping my name," she says.

I smile. "You know I'm about to rip off your jeans and panties and lick you until you're screaming
my
name."

Her lips part with a sigh of pleasure. She still attempts to stay in control. "I did know that."

"Good. Unbutton your jeans." I sit between her legs and take off her socks and shoes.

She relaxes into the bed, squeezing her toes and arching her back.

Fuck, I almost forgot how responsive she is. It's been a while, but there's no excuse for forgetting anything about the woman I love.

I roll her jeans to her knees. "You should keep your name."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It will mean the world to your mom."

"Oh." She shifts her legs to help me. "Carry on then."

"Take off the top and the bra."

She does. I pull her jeans to her ankles.

I soak in the sight of her body—her long legs, the gentle curves of her hips, waist, and chest. She thinks she's too gawky, too flat-chested, but every inch of her is perfect.

Especially those breasts. They're a perfect handful and they're responsive as hell.

It's still there.

Be Brave, Love
.

I can't wait any longer. I pin her to the bed. My hips sink into hers. She squirms, arching her back and rubbing her crotch against mine.

"Too many clothes," she murmurs.

"Fair." I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it aside.

I kiss her hard. I never got jazzed about kissing before. But with her, I crave the intimacy of her lips against mine.

She groans into my mouth as she squirms. My focus shifts lower. My cock will get what it wants soon.

First, my mouth gets what it wants.

I kiss my way down her neck. Then I'm at her chest. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck gently.

"Miles," she groans. Her hands go to my hair. She tugs at it as she rocks her hips against me. "Stop teasing. It's been twenty-nine days."

I suck harder until her groans get low and desperate. When I'm convinced she can't take it anymore, I do the same to her other nipple.

My hand slides down her torso. It finds her panties and pushes them aside.

I place my palm against her.

Fuck. She's wet.

I trace the lines of her tattoo with my tongue then kiss my way down her stomach.

She squirms with anticipation. Her sighs get louder. Her hands go the comforter. She squeezes it so tightly her knuckles go white.

"Miles," she breathes. "Please."

The need in her voice sends the last available hint of blood to my cock.

I pull her panties to her feet. Under normal circumstances, I'd tease her a little longer. Right now, I need her taste on my tongue and her moans in my ears.

I press my lips against her inner thigh. She gasps, her back arching.

I kiss my way up her thigh.

She smells fucking good. I pin her legs to the bed. She sighs, impatient and needy.

She's exactly where I want her.

Slowly, I slide my tongue over her clit. She tastes like home. And she's already filling the room with her groans, already digging her fingers into the back of my head, already bucking against my lips.

Fuck, I love being between her legs. Best place in the whole fucking world.

I lick her up and down, taking my time tasting and teasing every inch.

Her knees fight my hands. Her hips buck. Her groans fill the room.

My fingers dig into her soft skin as I make my way back to her clit. I play with my speed and pressure until her thighs are shaking with pleasure.

I hold her in place so I can work my magic. She bucks against me, moving her cunt against my lips like I'm her personal sex toy. She tugs at my hair as she groans my name again and again.

My tongue works harder, faster. I lick her until her knees are pressed against my ears. Until she's screaming my name.

There.

Her hands dig into my shoulders as she comes. She shakes, all the muscles in her body tensing. Then everything goes slack. Her legs fall open. Her back relaxes as she collapses into the bed. One arm falls at her side. The other stays on me.

Her touch is soft as she drags her fingertips to the back of my neck.

She looks down at me with pleading eyes.

She doesn't have to ask. I need to be inside her. I need her soft folds enveloping my cock.

I shimmy out of my jeans and boxers and reposition our bodies so I'm on top of her.

She tattooed her body for me.

She's going to be my wife.

The intimacy of it overwhelms me.

My hands go to her hips. I pull her body onto mine. My cock strains against her cunt. Already, she feels fucking good.

I need to watch the pleasure spread over her expression as I fill her.

I need our eyes locked as our bodies join.

For a moment, I take in the gorgeous mix of desire and satisfaction in her expression. Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips are pursed.

Her hands slide around my neck. They settle on the back of my head. She pulls me into a deep kiss. Need and affection pour from her lips to mine.

I dig my fingertips into her hips as I slide inside her. One delicious inch at a time, I fill her.

Damn, she feels good. Wet, warm, silky smooth.

I lower my body onto hers, pulling her closer as I thrust deeper. Meg keeps her hands pressed against the back of my head. She pulls me into another kiss. It's still deep. Still hungry.

Thoughts slip away. I'm only aware of the sensations in my body. Her soft lips. Her aggressive tongue. Her hips shifting to push me deeper.