Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)

by Amy Daws

“That sounds fun and suuuper masculine,” she states, turning to face me. Her blue eyes drop down to my lips, then she quickly looks away.

She pulls her legs out of my jacket and stretches them out in front of her to cross them at the ankles. She gazes out into the sky for a moment before saying, “Well, a fun way to look at our exes is that if we hadn’t dated them, then we wouldn’t be right here, sitting on this tree, and enjoying this incredible sunset.” Mercedes waggles her brows at me and turns to watch the last few inches of sun dip down behind a faraway hill. But I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. Her hair is kind of like a sunset. She feels me watching. “You’re missing something really beautiful,” she sings teasingly. My voice is serious when I reply. “No, I’m not.” Her smile fades, and she looks over at me with wide, wondering eyes. The soft pink sky lights up her face, giving her this angelic glow. She’s enchanting. Her voice is a whisper when she croaks, “I can’t figure you out, Miles.”

He nuzzles his whiskered jaw between my breasts, and I laugh and shove at him until he puts me down. With a blissful, sexy, indescribable smile, he tucks my hair behind my ears and kisses me so sweetly, I think I just experienced a type of orgasm I didn’t even know existed. Can you orgasm from happiness? I kinda think so.

Our eyes meet, and just as there’s a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, we slam into each other, like two storm clouds colliding in the starless sky.