“Go ahead,” I told him. “I’m going to use the bathroom before we leave. And let me buy the drinks this time. You’ve been treating me long enough.”
“I enjoy it.”
“My turn,” I said firmly, pulling a twenty from my wallet. “Tell her to use this please.” I walked away before he could argue.
In the bathroom, I fussed with my hair in the mirror and wondered what I should do with it tonight. The dress I’d packed was strapless, and sometimes I wore my hair up when my shoulders were bare. Maybe I’ll ask Miles what he prefers. I got a little flutter in my belly thinking about getting ready for a night out with him—almost like we were back in school and he’d asked me to the Prom or something. Or like we were a married couple going on a date night.
Stop it. The more you fantasize about this stuff, the more disappointed you’re going to be when the magic wears off and you’re just friends again.
But the flutter stuck with me as I walked back through the bar, and intensified when I saw him stand up and wait for me. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
Then he handed me my twenty. “Here. Save your money. You need it for your loans.”
“Miles!” I slapped his arm. “You were supposed to use it for the drinks.”
“Well, I didn’t.” He tucked it into the back pocket of my jean shorts, taking the opportunity to feel my butt.
I giggled, pushing his hand away. “You’re terrible. There are people in here who don’t want to see you grabbing my ass.”
“Only because they are jealous.” He took my hand as we walked to the door. “Oh fuck, look at that rain.”
While we’d been inside, it had started pouring again. I looked up the street. “How far are we?”
He shrugged. “About a ten minute walk. And you’ve got your camera. Want me to call a car?”
“Nah. It’s in the case, and I like rain. Let’s just run.”
Suddenly his face lit up. “Remember the time we camped out in the orchard with your sisters and it started to rain?”
“Yes, and they were such babies about it and went inside and we stayed out there until my mom realized it was thundering and made us come in too?”
He nodded. “You were furious that your mom made me stay on the couch because you wanted me to sleep in your room.”
I laughed. “Yes! I totally remember that. We were what, like ten and eleven at the time? I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let you.”
He leaned close. “But you know now.”
“Yes.” My cheeks warmed as I thought about our last few nights together, and a little rush of desire swooshed inside me.
“Then let’s do it. Because now I’m thinking about being in bed with you and your mom can’t tell us what to do anymore. Want to go get naked?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”
Without another word, he grabbed my hand and we ran out into the summer rain, Miles groaning and me squealing as it drenched us in under a minute. We moved quickly, skirting Campus Martius and racing up Woodward hand in hand. When we got to his building, our shoes squeaked across the floor as we hurried for the elevator, both of us anxious to get up to his apartment.
Out of breath and soaking wet, we stood at the back as a few more people got on, and Miles brought our hands in front of his dick, pressing them not so subtly against his bulging erection. I gasped. To torture him—and myself—a little, I braved rubbing the back of my hand up and down on it, keeping my eyes straight ahead. Next to me, I heard Miles stifle a moan by clearing his throat, and I hid a smile.
When the doors opened on the twenty-third floor, he yanked me through the crowd and pulled me roughly down the hall. We barely made it inside before we went at each other, our mouths crushed together and tongues lashing inside, our hands tearing wet clothes off and flinging them any which way. Unable to wait, we dropped to the wood floor right there in front of the door.
He was inside me in less than thirty seconds, his cock driving hard and deep, his eyes dark and wild with lust. My head knocked against the door and I flattened my palms against it, pulling my knees up alongside his ribs and wrapping my legs around his back.
“This feeling,” Miles panted. “Right here. Being inside you after all this time, your legs around my body, your skin against mine, your * around my cock. Seeing you look at me that way. It’s all I want.”
“Me too.” I fought for control of my breath, of my voice, of my heart. It was pounding inside my chest, clamoring like a caged animal trying to escape—but I couldn’t let it. I couldn’t let it.
“What are you doing to me?” he rasped. “Why can’t I get enough of you? What is this?”
“I don’t know.” I bit my lip to keep from saying more. But I feel the same, and I’m confused and scared and it’s crazy and impossible and I’m out of control.