“But…what if it was?” She paused. “What if it could be?”
Fuck, was she serious? Because I wanted that. I wanted a night that was just about us, wanted to show her what it was like to be with someone who appreciated her. Just one night, even if it was all we ever had. But I couldn’t be the one to initiate it, not without knowing it was really OK.
“Natalie,” I started, but she interrupted me.
“I’m lying here thinking, a week ago my life seemed so complete, everything in order. My relationship. My business. My house. I had everything I wanted.”
“And now?”
“Now I feel like I’ve been missing something. Like maybe I was wrong about what I wanted. I feel…lost.” She looked at me with her huge, round blue eyes, making my whole body heat up.
“You’re not lost.” Rolling onto my side, I met her forehead with mine. “You’re right here with me.”
And I kissed her. Just like that, I kissed her.
I’d kind of intended it to be a quick, friendly, reassuring sort of kiss, but then I couldn’t stop.
I kissed her again. And again. I couldn’t help it.
She put a hand on the back of my neck, threading her fingers through my hair. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Miles.” Her words came breathlessly, as if they were taking her by surprise. “That’s why I came here tonight. I know you think it was about Dan and not you, but ever since you called me yesterday morning, I can’t get you out of my head. And the things you’re doing there…” She breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling as her eyes traveled down my chest to where the blanket covered me to the hips and back up again. “The things you said to me on the couch…I want that. I want you.”
Oh, yeah. This is happening. Tonight.
I gave her a wicked grin. “Good. Because guess what?”
“What?”
I scooped her up and rolled over, pinning her beneath me. “The gentleman is on a break.”
He kissed me deep and hard, his mouth slanting over mine, his tongue sliding between my lips. I welcomed it, sliding my fingers into his hair, tasting him for the first time. It’s Miles! I’m kissing Miles! In his bed! I had first-time butterflies in my belly and felt the tingle all the way to my toes. It had been so long since I’d even kissed another guy—everything felt new and different, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I reveled in the weight of his body over mine, his hips between my thighs, his hard length trapped between us. I ran my hands down his bare back, tilted my hips to meet his, my entire body hot and alive, radiating with desire.
This, I thought as we frantically tore off each other’s clothes. This is fire.
Miles knelt between my thighs, and my heart clamored in my chest. His body was beautiful. Ever since I’d walked in on him shirtless in his pajama pants, my nipples had been hard and my panties damp. I’d had to look away, scared my arousal was too obvious and he’d go sleep on the couch or something. Now I stared unabashedly at his muscular chest and stomach, the ink covering his arm, the V lines low on his torso that pointed directly to his thick, hard cock. Having only seen one dick in my entire life—and frankly, it was nowhere near as impressive as this one—I felt like I’d just unwrapped a shiny new toy, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. I sat up and reached for him, but immediately he pushed my hands away and tipped me backward again, bracing himself above me.
“Want something?” The sly grin was back.
“Yes,” I panted.
“What do you want?”
He wanted to hear it again? Perfect, because I’d say it all night long. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“Hmmmm.” Sitting back on his heels, he put his palms on my quivering stomach and slid them up to my breasts, squeezing gently. Then he began circling his thumbs around my nipples, making them tingle and ache without even touching them, a sublime little torture. “I love hearing you say that, and you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, finally brushing the backs of his fingertips over the taut peaks. Then he pinched them? hard, and I cried out—in pain and relief. “But you were a bad girl today, weren’t you? Coming over here in your black lace panties telling me to fuck you.” He pinched me again. “Pretending all this time to be the innocent girl next door, teasing me with what I could never have, when you really just wanted to get fucked.”
I started to protest, to tell him I hadn’t been pretending, that I really was sort of innocent where sex was concerned, but he immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, hard.