Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,9
mine. "I didn't realize how adorable you were when you blushed."
"Yes, you did."
He laughs. "I didn't realize how much I needed you."
"How much?"
"We're like puzzle pieces. You fit into me. I fit into you."
I turn back to Miles and stare into his eyes. "I don't know if I can do it."
"Get married?"
"I want to. I want to be with you forever. But... I don't know if I can survive your tour schedule. It's selfish, but I want you in my bed every night. I want your arms around me when I get home from work."
He runs his fingertips over my shoulders. "It's not selfish to want it. I want that too. But you know what I want more?"
"What?"
"I want you happy. And you won't be happy if you give up medical school."
"You won't be happy if you give up the band." I slide my hand over his. "We're at an impasse."
"No. We have a problem that we can figure out together."
"What if we can't?"
"We can."
"Let me guess. You just know?"
"Yeah." He pulls me closer. "Our first performance is in fifteen days. That gives us fourteen days for a wedding and a honeymoon. Or fourteen days to hang out in Vegas."
"And have lots of hot sex?"
"You think I could go anywhere without having sex with you?"
"Maybe I need to be reminded." I rise to my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
Miles groans as he kisses me. We had sex just this afternoon, but there's still so much time to make up for.
I pull my t-shirt over my head.
His eyes go to my chest. Then to my new tattoo. His pupils dilate as he nods.
I push my pajama bottoms off my hips. "Let's start with right here. Then we can move to the bed."
He does away with his boxers. "Princess, I love the way you think."
Chapter Five
Megara
Miles and I sit at a cozy corner table at the Starbucks three blocks east of Las Vegas Boulevard, sipping our drinks and soaking in the silence.
My eyelids press together. I can see bits and pieces of a wedding. I can see the two of us at an altar. It's not as pristine as the one in the hotel chapel. It's bright and brilliant, overflowing with red roses or maybe purple orchids.
His eyes sparkle. My hands are on his. There are wedding rings, simple silver bands. There are words falling from our lips.
A shriek of glee pulls me from my thoughts.
"You're getting married!" Kara squeals. Her friendly voice echoes around the room.
She bounces toward me. Her long, dark hair bounces with her. Her makeup highlights her brown eyes and her round lips. Her navy wrap dress shows off her enviable curves.
Drew, her fiancé, Miles's closest friend and the guitarist of Sinful Serenade, is a few paces behind her. He wears his exhaustion all over his handsome face. There's something else in his dark eyes— he's wrecked with worry. More than usual.
She throws her arms around me. "I'm so excited. Do you have a venue? Do you have a day?"
Drew makes the cut it out expression.
"We don't have anything," I admit.
"Don't worry, Princess. I'll take care of it." Miles presses his lips to my forehead. "Go get beautiful with your friend."
"Get beautiful?" Kara puts her hand on her hip, feigning indignation. "She's gorgeous right now. And so am I. Not as gorgeous as my poor, jetlagged baby." She blows Drew a kiss. "And he's not even wearing eyeliner yet."
Drew shakes his head. "Every day since Tom's wedding."
"It's hot, baby." She pulls him into a close hug. Then she's on her tiptoes, and he's leaning down to kiss her. Even in her wedge shoes, she's at least six inches shorter than Drew.
Drew groans with pleasure. He's crazy about her, but he's not the PDA type. Well, not with us watching. I've heard plenty of stories about public sex.
After she pulls away, she looks into his eyes. It's a plea, a secret one.
"It's Pete's fault," Drew complains. "Jess swoons over him in eyeliner, so now he wears it every day."
Miles chuckles. "Steele's got game. Can't fault him for that."
Drew turns to Kara. "Will you—"
"No." She cuts him off. "Don't say anything. To anyone. Please."
"About what?" I ask.
"It's nothing. A surprise... for after your wedding." She bites her lip, not quite believing her words. "I have a dozen shops bookmarked. We're getting home late. So don't wait up, boys."
"My parents are coming in. They want to meet us for dinner," I say.