"Will someone see?" I ask.
"No." He rubs me with his thumb. "Would you care if they did?"
Right now, I don't care about anything but him touching me. I only barely manage to shake my head.
Miles leans closer. "Answer me. Please. Is this really all you want from me?"
His lips are inches from mine. I close my eyes and kiss him. He's soft and warm, and he tastes like Miles. Like coming home.
"No," I breathe. "But I'm never going to get what I want from you."
"What makes you so sure?"
I copy his words, the ones he used to explain why he was so sure he'd never fall in love. "I just know."
He drags his thumb over my nipple, sending pangs of lust to ever corner of my body.
My breath hitches in my throat. "There must be two hundred people here."
"I know." He slides his hand between my thighs. "But I'm not leaving until I hear you come."
"Miles." A groan escapes my lips.
"That's a start." He unhooks my bra.
Then his hands are on my panties. He doesn't waste any time. He pulls them to my knees and runs his fingertips over my clit.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming. God, I missed this. I missed him. I missed everything.
I press my lips into Miles's. He kisses back hard like he's claiming me as his. My head is swimming. This is wrong, this is dangerous, but this is so fucking good.
He pulls me onto his lap. I plant my knees on the bench, straddling him.
I sink into his body. He's hard. I need that.
I tug at his t-shirt. "Let's go someplace quiet. Like you said."
His breath is warm on my neck. His fingertips are light on my thighs. "Hmm… Let me check. Have I heard you come yet?"
I shake my head.
He smiles. "Then I'm not leaving yet."
With the curtain closed, we're out of view. Still, it feels naughty and dangerous, undressing in public.
It's exciting.
All those awful you shouldn't do this thoughts swirl around my brain, but in my inebriated state, they simply fly away. This is far from my best idea. Someone might see. Miles might think I forgive him. That this means I'm his.
I still don't know if I can be his for the long haul. But for tonight, it's perfect.
His touch is gentle as he strokes me. I kiss him hard, digging m
y nails into his shoulders.
The noise around us fades. I'm on top of the fucking world.
This is easy.