Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
As we escort my aunt back to the resort, I silently mouth “I’m sorry” when only Miles can see me, and he smiles back at me, letting me know it’s okay.
We find her room at the end of a long hall, and after unlocking the door, Aunt Iris turns to Miles. “Would you like to come in, Max? Maybe have a nightcap with me?”
“We’ll help you get settled,” I say, opening her door wider and following her inside.
“Oh, Callie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be flirting with your boyfriend, but I’m afraid I’ve had a bit too much to drink.”
“It’s okay, Aunt Iris.”
“Of course, I’m much too old for you, Max, but you and my niece are both young. The two of you can have a good time tonight. A really good time, if you know what I mean.”
Miles holds her arm to keep her steady as she toes off her shoes.
“What I wouldn’t give to be young again and have a man like Max around. Callie, don’t waste this opportunity. Make Max feel good tonight, and if he knows what he’s doing, he’ll make you feel good, too.”
I open my mouth to stop her from saying all this, but I’m too stunned to summon the words.
“I bet you know what you’re doing, don’t you, Max? Why don’t you give her a kiss right now, so I can live variously—I mean, vicariously.”
“Aunt Iris, I don’t think …”
“Just a kiss. That’s all I’m asking, then I’ll be off to bed.”
CHAPTER 25
CALLIE
How did helping my elderly aunt get back to her room turn into this?
Miles eyes me, brows lifted in question. He doesn’t appear to be opposed. Maybe it would be easier to just kiss and get this over with so we can leave?
“Kiss her good, Max. I can tell you want to.”
I’m shaking my head in disbelief as Miles reaches for my hand. His eyes question me, and I respond with a small nod.
With a gentle touch, he lifts my chin and brings his mouth close to mine. “You okay with this?” he asks in a barely-audible whisper, his breath teasing my lips.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod once as he bends over me, tilting his head to one side, moving closer but not quite making contact.
I’m holding my breath, and my lips are tingling as he finally brushes against them. It’s the lightest of pressure, his mouth merely grazing mine, but then his grip on my chin turns possessive as he presses in for another taste.
My focus is on our mouths, but I’m also aware of the length of his body mere inches from mine, the scent of him, the warmth.
Miles. I’m kissing Miles. For a moment, he’s tangled in my head with his brother, but something about his kiss makes me suspect it’s uniquely his.
A stray thought skitters through my mind—wouldn’t it be interesting to compare their kisses?—but I chase it away.
My eyes have fluttered closed, and when Miles pulls back, I find myself standing there, wanting and hoping for more.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Aunt Iris stifles a big yawn, and I have to laugh, because that kiss was anything but boring.
“You two are going to make beautiful babies,” she says, and my eyes are wide open after that remark. “But not too soon,” she adds. “Have your fun first. Lots of fun.”
I need to help her get to bed, but I can’t pull my eyes away from Miles, and he’s looking right back at me, an expression in his gaze that’s new and intriguing.
The tips of his long fingers trail across my shoulder as he pulls back, taking something of me with him. I lean toward him, trying to be whole again.
“I really need to pee.” This loud declaration from Aunt Iris is exactly what I need to snap out of it.
Telling Miles to wait at the door, I walk her over to the bathroom. While she’s in there, I find a nightgown in her suitcase and offer it to her when she comes out.
“I’ll be fine from here, Callie. Thank you and your gentleman for helping me out.”
“You’re welcome, Aunt Iris. I’ll put a glass of water by your bed and we’ll show ourselves out.”
“Go have some fun, Callie. Live it up for me.”
That seems to be everyone’s message for me. Relax. Have fun. Don’t make things more complicated than they need to be.
Right now, the part of my brain ruled by hormones is telling me the same thing. It might tell me anything to get me kissing Miles again.
After we leave the suite, the shift in energy between us is palpable. Every part of me that gets within inches of him as we walk can feel him, almost as if I’m touching him.
I want to touch him, and I want him to touch me again.
When Max had his arms around me earlier, I felt warm and safe. With Miles, I feel needy and bothered.