I wasn’t entirely sure my body was still on the same plane.

Her sweet, perfect pussy was still fisted around my cock. And somehow I was still hard even though I was fairly sure I just literally came my fucking brains out.

I circled my hips lightly and she groaned against my shoulder. I had a pair of bite marks there. I was pretty sure she didn’t know she’d done it. The sounds we’d made—for fuck’s sake, I hoped her neighbors were at work.

Because there was no quiet between us.

It had been a war. Me trying to climb inside her, her trying to wrap herself tighter around me.

I wanted to do it every fucking day of my life.

I’d never let her out of the house.

Hell, who needed a house? I’d never let her off a bed.

Fucking her unconscious would be a daily goal.

Or in this case—against a wall.

Literally.

I swiveled my hips again to test the waters.

“You can’t be serious.”

I laughed into her neck as I sneaked a hand between our bodies and found her swollen clit. I circled it slowly. “Well, if you’re serious about multiple orgasms, I can provide.”

She flinched and shuddered. “Multiples? Don’t flatter yourself.”

“So we were going for the longest orgasm in the history of time?” I lifted my head from her sweaty tumble of hair. I undulated my hips one more time and her eyelids fluttered shut.

She gnawed on the inside of her lip and let out a kitten-like mewl.

That was new.

I liked it.

I did it again and her thighs shook.

Intrigued, I hooked her other leg around my hips and ground against her again, deepening the shallow thrust.

“Myles, I…”

The last time she’d started with that statement, I’d lost my head. Then again, I hadn’t come like that in too many years to count. There was a difference between a tension-relieving fuck and whatever had just happened between us.

Nirvana seemed a touch too existential, but it was probably the closest word for it.

Glad for my big hands, I gripped her hip in one and thrust lightly as I strummed her clit with the other. She tried to fight it. Not sure why.

Sex was supposed to be fun, intense, and sometimes entered the realm of an out-of-body experience. The third one had been on the menu today, but that was a special case. I’d known the first time with her would be.

Now I had to go for the fun or I’d lose her. She was already getting too thinky and it was too dangerous to allow that. Not yet. Not until I could truly make her see this was what we were supposed to be.

Together.

Always.

I lowered my mouth to her neck and hummed against her salty skin. “Come for me. I love when you squeeze around my cock.”

“Fuck you, Myles.”

“I believe I’m fucking you, Fee.” I increased the power behind my thrusts and each ripple of her pussy made me eager to slide back in. I’d happily stay like this all damn day.

The scream was trapped between us. I could feel it bubbling away inside of her. I wanted it out. I wanted everything all over again. I didn’t want to have to steal it away like a fucking thief. I wanted her to give it to me, goddammit.

I gripped her hips and stumbled back into the living room. Her damn suitcase tried to take me out at the ankle again as I finally stepped all the way out of my jeans. I careened into the living room and dropped into the big, cushy recliner as she crashed on top of me.

I drove up into her harder, and her hair curtained around us as she held on to my shoulders. Her knees clasped my outer thighs as she bounced on me, trying to reach that peak. I didn’t want her to just use my body to get there. I wanted her with me.

Whatever it took.

Grabbing her hair, I yanked back her head until our eyes met and I watched her break. Her dark eyes neared black as she cried out my name.

“Fuck, yes.” My voice was a growl to match the mounting animal inside me.

Keep it light, man.

Don’t go all caveman on her yet.

Fuck that.

I didn’t stop.

I powered up inside of her sweet, tight body as she melted over me. She shook and screamed in frustration until she finally threw back her head and shoulders and came.

I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as she quaked above me before finally falling against my chest in a honeyed heap of wildflowers, sweat, and sex.

Mine.

I wrapped my arms around her back and took each shuddering breath and drop of sweat into my skin, savoring it like nothing else in my life.

She turned her face so that her cheek pressed against my shoulder. Words didn’t seem to fit this moment, even though there were thousands twisting inside of me. I wanted to tell her I loved her. That I always had.

That walking away for even a moment had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have tried harder to find a way. I should have cuffed her to me, for fuck’s sake. Everything would have been different.

But I hadn’t.

A mistake I wouldn’t be making again.

I opened my mouth to tell her that when my phone screamed from my jeans across the room. It was enough to break the moment. I cursed as she drew away and got to her feet, leaving me with the proof of just how maddening our lovemaking had been.

I took care of the strangled condom and my slick skin. Sunlight might have been pouring through the windows, but it was no match for the sudden cold front chilling the air.

She gathered her clothes and rushed down the hallway to the bathroom again.

“Fucking awesome,” I muttered as I picked up my jeans off the floor. I never left my damn ringer on, but I’d been too worried I would miss the realtor’s call.

My agent’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hell no,” I said to the empty room and sent the call to voicemail. The ink was barely dry on the paperwork to dissolve my part of the partnership in the band. I didn’t know what Harvey wanted, but I wasn’t interested.

I was officially retired. At least as far as the business was concerned. I hadn’t given any interviews even though Harv had sent through half a dozen links to magazines, blogs, and vlogs. I didn’t have anything to say.

Not sure I ever would.

With pants in hand, I followed Felicity down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door.

“I’ll be out in a second,” she called over the running water.

“Fee.” I rested my forehead against the door. “Let me in.” I laid my palm on the cool painted wood.

She opened the door, her eyes wide when she skimmed her gaze down to find me naked. “Myles!”

“What? I need to wash up. Not that I really want the scent of you off me just yet.”

Her dark eyes went that molten chocolate color that made my gut twist.

I pushed the door open and closed it behind me. She was already back in her clothes, but there was no mistaking the scent in the bathroom. Us. Twisted and sweaty and screaming. The echo of it was all over her. And I didn’t want her to forget it or put it in a box. I could already tell she was doing just that.

Instead of allowing distance to rise up between us—as my cock already was, thank you very much—I dragged her to me.

She set her jaw and backed up a few steps. “I just got cleaned up.”

Nope, that wasn’t going to happen. I invaded her space. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. You still smell like me.” I buried my nose in her hair and nipped behind her ear. “I can’t tell you how many nights I wanted this.” My hands slid down her ass to line us up again. “I knew it would be good, but not like this.” I drew back until our gazes locked. “You knew it too.”

She closed her eyes and tipped back her head. “Myles.”

The distress in her voice brought me back to earth with a crash. All the post-sex bliss dispersed like confetti under a sneaker in Times Square at 12:05.

I tunneled my fingers into her hair and gently brought her face back down so I could meet her gaze once more. “This isn’t supposed to make you miserable. I promise.”

“I’m not miserable. I’m…” She slipped under my arm then opened the door. “I just need a little space.” Then she closed the door and left me to clean up alone.

Son of a bitch.