I inspect his eye, trying to do my best to see what could help. It’s gone down a little since we’ve been here but it’s still fierce. I put the packet down again to give his eye a rest from the cold. It’s not swollen, just badly bruised underneath. He’ll probably have a black eye in the morning, though.
I start to climb off him, to put some much needed space between us when his strong hands come onto my hips. He runs his rough hands from my above my knees to the top of my thighs.
“I want you so badly, Wren. Me and you for real,” he says, throwing his head back with a groan. This is exactly what I meant by funny business.
“You’re delirious,” I laugh, trying again to move but he keeps me there, hovering over him. His hands rest on my thighs as his thumb strokes the inside and I almost buckle beneath him.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Ask me again in the morning," he challenges, "and see what I’ll say."
“Fine. I will.”
I try and moveagainbut his hands on my ass dig into me, and I suck in a breath. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t even try.”
“You did try, and you failed,” I tease. His face doesn't move.
“Just kiss me. Just one time. If you hate it, we can stop and we can pretend it never happened. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now,” Miles groans as if being in a bit of pain has made him more bold than usual.
Before I can argue, he pushes me down onto him and I gasp. He wasn’t lying. I can feel him through the thin material of my leggings. The throbbing that I have myself isn’t making this any easier. My voice sounds scratchy when I speak.
“Miles, if we do this once we’ll just think of another excuse to do it again.”
“I can control myself, baby. Can you?”
He looks up at me with passion and intensity and I shake my head. From this position, the pet name doesn't sound so bad.
“This is a really fucking bad idea,” I pant. Every rational thought I had is thrown out the window as I crash my mouth into his.
It’s more frantic and exhilarating than the first time we kissed at the gala. Hell, it’s a lot more chaotic than the peck he gave me earlier. My hands instinctively dive into the curls at the back of his neck, pulling and gripping, as his hands explore my ass before venturing up my shirt. I can do this, can't I? A stupid kiss with my stupid fake boyfriend. Easy.
Only, this kiss is anything but stupid. There is something so insane about the way his mouth tastes like sweetness and fall. Addicting.
I press featherlight kisses onto his bruises before sliding down him slightly to get better access to the column of his throat. I kiss and suck frantically like he did to me at the party and he groans. Like I’ve been starving for him. I didn’t know this could feel so good. A low noise comes from the back of his throat when I nip at his collarbone.
He moves his hands out from under my shirt to my ass, grabbing and slapping before pulling me back up into a sitting position. I make the mistake of rolling against him, feeling the friction between us and I whimper. He brings his hot mouth to my neck, kissing the space under my ear, making my shiver.
“Can I take this off?” he breathes hoarsely, tugging at his jersey.
“Are you sure? I thought it was boosting your ego,” I say into his skin, and he laughs. “Yes, you can take it off but we’re not going anywhere past second base.”
“Why not?” he whines. He pulls his jersey over my head and when it’s free, he dives back into me, kissing my exposed chest.
“Because...” I pant. “If we do, I won’t want stop.”
He replies by slipping his hand up the material of my sports bra, his fingers splaying out across my breasts.Jesus H. Christ.My head lolls back when he brings his fingers to my nipples, teasing gently.
"You feel so soft," he whispers, "so good."
I don’t know how I’m going to get this to end. I don’t know if I ever want it to. The roughness of his hands isn’t like Augustus'. They’re purposeful and masculine like they know what they want.
I roll over him again and he groans, taking his hand out and squeezing my ass. He moves me over him. Fast.
“Fuck, Miles,” I cry out. We’re basically dry humping but I still feel like I could finish just like this. He kisses across my neck again as he murmurs into my skin, 'You feel so fucking good.'I moan loudly as the words leave his mouth while he bites me softly and he laughs, helping me ride over him. He fucking laughs.
“We need to stop,” I say between pants. He continues kissing across my chest. “Miles.”
