Chapter 8 #2
“Miles,” I whimper, moving against him harder. He angles his hips, and I feel his piercing hit a sensitive spot. His other hand finds my breast, and he pinches my nipple hard between his fingers. A rush of desire floods my body, and I feel like I’m about to shatter into a million pieces.
When his hand snakes up to grab my neck, I lean into the pressure. I don’t know what it is about hand necklaces, but I love the feeling they give me. I feel owned and powerful all at once.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispers into my neck before sucking hard. It’s definitely going to leave a mark, and I’m secretly pleased I’ll have something to remember him by. I grab the back of his head and grip his hair hard.
He moans as my fingers dig into his scalp. I can feel myself about to fall over the edge as my walls start to tighten.
“Fuck,” he rasps, tightening his hold on my neck. “Feels so fucking good when you grip me like that. Cum for me, Olivia. Let me feel your sweet pussy surrender to me.”
His words push me off the ledge as my body lets go for him. I scream his name as I explode around him and feel something like never before. It’s the most mind-altering orgasm of my life as sensations shoot through me faster than I can comprehend.
He shouts his release as his body syncs with mine. I feel his strong pulse as he empties inside. He’s got a death grip with both hands as he holds me tightly against his body.
When we finally come back to reality, I’m sagging against him, both of us breathing hard. He gently releases his grip on me, and I feel him slowly slide out. My body immediately feels a sense of loss, and I try to stuff down the emotion.
“I’ll be right back,” I hear him say as he breaks the silence. He walks to the bathroom to clean up, and I shut my eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling.
Why the hell am I crying?
I just had the best sex of my life. I should be jumping up and down right now and high-fiving my inner badass for a job well done. Instead, I feel…sad.
I frantically search for my clothes, and I’m dressed by the time he comes back out. I thought I was tougher than this, but I’m not built for this. I get too attached too easily, and I fall for the wrong guys every time. I won’t let myself do it again .
His eyes narrow as they rake down my body.
“Not wasting any time getting out of here, are you?” He walks over to his pants and throws them on without any underwear. I look away because it’s too hard to watch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like I can’t breathe at the thought of walking away from him.
“I need to get back home. I have an early morning meeting.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind and only a half-lie. I do have a meeting tomorrow, but it’s not until the afternoon.
“Are we really not going to talk about what just happened?” He runs his hand through his wavy hair, and I can tell he’s frustrated.
“There’s nothing to talk about. We had our one night.
We got it out of our system, and now we can move on.
” I lean down to put my sandals on, and I can feel his eyes on me.
He’s not buying any of the crap I’m laying at his feet.
“It was just a fuck, Miles. Don’t read more into it.
You’ll forget all about me when the next girl comes along to warm your bed for the night. ”
I finally meet his eyes and wish I hadn’t. The storm in them would sink the Titanic. I knew it would piss him off by saying that, but I can’t let this go any further. I have my heart and my daughter to protect.
His jaw is tense as he tears his gaze away, roughly throwing on his T-shirt and tying his boots. Grabbing his keys from the counter, he heads to the door and opens it for me.
“Am I allowed to drive you home, or is that against the rules you’ve set for yourself tonight? I usually call my fucks an Uber, but since we have to work together, I thought I would be nice and drive you.”
I knew that would crush his ego, so I expected him to lash out. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much. “You can drive me,” I say quietly, getting off the bed and walking over to him. “ Thank you.” I start to walk past him, and he backs me up against the door frame, caging me in.
His body presses into mine, and I hold my breath as he bends down close to my ear, grasping the back of my neck with his hand.
“You can lie to yourself all you want that this was just a fuck. But we both know that isn’t true.
” His other hand snakes up the slit of my dress and palms my bare ass underneath.
He digs his fingers into my skin, bringing me flush against him.
I can already tell he’s hard again, and it takes everything in me not to pull him back inside.
“I don’t know what happened in your past to make you so afraid to admit your feelings and lose your trust in men, but I have every intention of breaking those walls down.
If being your friend is the only way I can have you, then I’ll take it.
I can be patient…for now, but just so you know, I’m nowhere near getting you out of my system. ”
His eyes search mine, and I blink back the tears that are threatening to form. I see his greys soften as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Let’s get you home,” he says softly, pushing off the door frame and releasing me. “We wouldn’t want you to be tired for your early business meeting ,” he smiles in amusement, calling my lie out right in front of me.
“I really do have a meeting,” I mutter, hiding my smile.
“Sure you do,” he chuckles, shutting the door and jogging down the steps.
I watch him walk to his bike and take down a helmet from the shelf.
Maybe we can do this friend thing after all. I’m not ready to let him out of my life completely, and we do have business together, so we need to find a way to get past this. In time, he’ll get bored and move on, proving that I was right all along .
“Are you coming, or have you changed your mind already and need me to throw you over my shoulder and bring you back inside?”
I shake my thoughts away and laugh. “I’m coming,” I say, walking down the stairs toward his grinning face and, I guess, my new friend.