The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

“I’m not wired for one-night stands, Jameson. It’s not who I am. But I’m not looking for a deep and meaningful relationship either. You’ve misunderstood me.”

“What do you want, then?”

want to have a friendship with a man and know I’m the only person...

“And I most definitely don’t want to share you with a fucking masseuse.” He rolls his eyes. “And I don’t want you ...

“This defensive shit. It has to stop between us. We can’t keep fighting over every little thing like we do.” “You’re just as bad,” he fires back. “I know, and I’m trying to stop it. Just now I held my tongue because you ordered my drink without asking what I wanted.” “I’m used to being in control, Emily,” he snaps. “So am I. That won’t change.”

“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend, Jameson,” I whisper. “That’s not what this is about. We have a great sexual connection, and I want it. I feel like I have to have it . . . but I can’t, not if I know you have it with other women. I need to be the only one.”

“Yes, you are,” I whisper as I hold his hand in mine. “So are you.” “I know I am, because I feel like you will walk all over me if I’m not.” His brow furrows. “I would never walk all over you.” “Not purposely.”

“I just want the guy I met on the plane. The one who let himself go.” His eyes hold mine. “I don’t know how to be that guy all the time, Em. It’s a very small part of my personality.” “Then just save that small part for me,” I breathe.

“Do you know how often I think about fucking you?”

“How often?”

“All the time. I’m like a starstruck eigh...

“Good morning, my Em.” His lips dust mine.

“Your princess Em.” I bat my eyelashes to prove my point.

“You bring something out in me that no other man has.” My eyes search his. “You’re different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”

Being fucked hard by Jameson Miles is hot as hell, but being made love to by Jameson Miles is life changing. I’ll never be the same.

“I think I may be addicted.” He chuckles and rolls onto his back and pulls me over him. “No, I want you addicted.” I laugh. “Why would you want me addicted?” “Because I am, and I don’t want to be in this alone.”

“I’m not sharing you. I don’t want you dancing with anybody.”

“You’re my only man,” she whispers up at me. “It’s you that I’m thinking about.”

“When I get wound up, my back tightens.” “What else happens when you get wound up?” He chews his food as if contemplating his answer. “My temper gets the best of me.” I smile broadly. “What?” He smirks. “All this time I thought you were an asshole, when really you were just stressed out?”

“You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.” He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.” “What?” I smirk. He reaches over and cups my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts over my bottom lip. “I never asked for your number.”

“Your relaxation tool is to imagine someone is chasing you with a fucking ax.” He laughs as he jogs backward. “It works. I run much faster that way.”

Jameson Miles is extremely fit . . . and extremely hot. And luckily for me, I’m his fuck bunny.

We’re falling for each other. This is not casual sex; this isn’t even sex. This is the ultimate lovemaking.

“Don’t fall in love with me, Emily.” What the hell? I stare at him. “Why not?” “Because we’re not like that. Get that through your head. Right now.” He gets up in a rush and walks into the bathroom and closes the door. It shuts with a sharp snap. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I was going to say that I felt like that was the best alarm clock of all time. Love was just an afterthought.

“I’ve had the worst few days,” he murmurs. I nod as I slide his briefs down his legs. “I know, baby. This work nightmare will be over soon.” “It has nothing to do with work.”

“What’s it got to do with?” His eyes hold mine, and he swallows the lump in his throat. “You.” I smile softly as my heart free-falls from my chest. “You missed me?” He nods as if he’s feeling stupid. I kiss him and hold his face in my hands. “I missed you, too, you big dope.”

“I don’t know what’s going on between us, Jay.” I hesitate as I try to articulate what I want to say. “But you can depend on me. Don’t be scared of us. Because I’m not.”

The dynamic has shifted between us. I don’t know how to stop it, but I’m falling for him. I can feel myself slipping under the water, his water . . . the beautiful spell of Jameson Miles.

“I packed your scarf in my luggage.” I smile softly. “It’s nothing new. I’ve taken it on every trip I’ve been on . . . since we met.”

“I want to make a go of this.” “Of what?” I breathe. “Of us.” “I thought we were?” I frown. “No. We were fucking before. Now I want you.” He bites my neck, and I whimper. “I want all of you.” His hand grabs my behind, and he pulls me against his waiting hard cock. Oh jeez . . . welcome home. I kiss his big lips. “Okay.”

“I will be announcing today that we are in a relationship.” I frown as I stare at him. Confusion swirls around in my head. “Why?” “Because I hate speculation.” He pauses as his eyes hold mine. “And I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” I stare at him. Huh?

His.

“What does this mean, Jay?” My eyes search his. “For us.”

“It means that I’m all yours.” He shrugs. “If you want me.”

What? All mine? I blink . . . in shock. “Have you been holding yourself back ...

“I have, and I can’t do it any longer.” “What does this mean . . . for us?” “It means I want you to move in, and w...

“Meaning that my woman is my world.” I stare at him as the air leaves my lungs. “I work hard . . . but I love harder.”

“I’m in love with you, Emily Foster.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. His tongue swipes through my open lips with such emotion that I get a lump in my throat. “I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”

“So please forgive me if I want to go full steam ahead. This is not a snap decision. It’s been coming for a long time, and now that I’m in a position to act on it, I don’t want to waste any more time. I want you with me. By my side.”

“But then a year ago I met this girl on a plane.” I smirk. “And she was everything that I wasn’t looking for.” Our eyes are locked, and the air crackles between us.

“But I couldn’t pursue her because of my promise to Claudia.” He takes my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts back and forth over my bottom lip. “I wanted to. I desperately wanted to. I felt a physical connection with her from the word go. I was hard the entire plane trip, and our night together was insane.” He smiles softly. “There was something about her that I couldn’t forget. She lingered in the back of my mind. I compared all sex and women with her since then.” He pauses as he tries to articulate his thoughts. “They always fell short . . . even Claudia.”

“Tell me about your past loves.” My eyes search his. “I can’t.” He frowns. “Since I met you, I’ve realized that I’ve never been in love before.”

“What I felt for them, Jay, and what I feel for you is incomparable.”

“Being in love is like being on a deserted island, Jameson. You focus on them and them only, and you make everything else fit around that person.”

“I mean, I’m not leaving you again . . . ever.”

“Then it’s going to be a one-sided relationship because I want nothing to do with you. Ever again.”

“Because I want you to know that you come first to me now. All of this shit—my money, my apartment, my job, New York—it means nothing if I’m fucking miserable, Emily. And believe me, I am fucking miserable without you. If you want to live in a tent in the back of bumfuck nowhere, we can.”

I can’t deny it. Jameson Miles is etched into my heart, and as petrified as I am of him hurting me again, his words keep coming back to me. “To love is to be brave.”

“Em . . .” He pauses as if trying to get the wording right in his head. “I swear to you, from this moment on . . . you are my everything. Our new life together . . . starts right