Why are we still talking?
Why are we still clothed?
Miles is endlessly patient. He moves closer. Until we're pressed together.
His eyes meet mine. The pretenses fade away as he traces the neckline of my tanktop. "Had enough conversation?"
I nod.
"Me too." He pulls the straps of my tank top off my shoulders. Slowly, he rolls the top to my stomach. "Been thinking about this all week."
"You have?"
"Yeah." He traces the outline of my bra. His eyes go wide. "First time I've gone a week without sex in a long time."
My breath hitches. Damn, his touch feels good. "Because of me?"
"Yeah." His voice drops low. "Wouldn't be right fucking some other girl if I was thinking of you."
He slides his thumb into my bra and uses it to tease my nipple.
I let out a sharp gasp. My back arches. My hands go straight to his shoulders. I have to do something to steady myself.
He makes slow circles with his thumb. They get faster, harder. Every brush of his fingers sends pleasure racing through my body. I've made out with guys before, been felt up before. But it was never even close to this.
I groan. I don't know what to say, how to react here. I look into his eyes so I can take his lead.
The only thing in his eyes is desire. There's no smugness in his expression. He's not cocky, casual, or aloof.
Right now, he's without pretenses.
I try to shake off my impulse to run from the intimacy. My eyelids press together. I nod a yes. I'm not sure what I'm asking for, only that I need it immediately.
Miles unhooks my bra. Slowly he rolls it off my shoulders.
He lets out a low groan. "Your tits are amazing."
I blush, blinking my eyes open so I can stare back at him. His eyes are fixed on my chest, like it's the best thing he's ever seen.
He brings one hand to my hip and pulls my body into his. It feels good, being close to him. It's terrifying how good it feels. Like I'll develop an addiction.
Again, I press my eyelids together. I try not to run from the reactions he's causing. He cups my breast, teasing my nipple with his thumb.
The backs of my legs press against the bed. Desire
pools in my core. Damn, that feels amazing. I let out a groan. I lean into his touch.
He keeps teasing my nipple. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he moves to my other breast.
My fingers dig into his shoulders. Then it's my nails. What am I supposed to do here?
"You're nervous," he whispers.
"It's nothing."
His voice softens. "I'll go slow." He presses his lips against my neck. "I'll walk you through it. Relax."
I nod.