MILES' POV
Both my hands stayed firmly on Cierra's ass as she sat on my lap, her legs spread on either side of me, her hands cupping my jaw as we kissed. Our lips stayed locked together, our tongues brushing against each other slowly, and I squeezed harder, feeling how soft she was beneath my palms. It was something I doubted I'd ever get used to, no matter how many times I touched her, no matter how many nights we'd already spent wrapped around each other in secret.
We were finally alone. No need to hide anymore, no looking over my shoulder, no lowering my voice in case someone walked in at the wrong moment, no pretending in front of the staff that this was anything less than what it really was. She was all mine now, completely. A meal I felt like I'd been craving my entire life without
