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“Youwere the one who warned me away.”
“I know, and I still think it’s the best option. I also know you better than anyone. I’ve never seen you this miserable and excited.”
“Excited?”
“It’s like you’re thrilled at the idea of what you and Miles could be, but then, when you remember the whole step-uncle thing, the misery hits.”
I sigh, taking a sip of my coffee. She’s not wrong. There’s a war waging inside me, one army pulling me toward Miles and the future and the other fighting for Noah, Mom, and their happiness.
* * *
Despite everything, I can typically fall asleep fairly quickly since I’m so tired from the restaurant, but tonight, after my conversation with Tess, I can’t settle. I toss and turn, the sheets tangled around my body, sweat coating my skin as my thoughts return to the kiss, his hand pushing between my legs, rubbing like he never wanted to stop. With a sigh, I sit up, looking at the clock. It’s three a.m.
I wonder if I should get up, but I have a lunchtime shift tomorrow and need a few hours at least. Outside my bedroom door, the floorboard creaks. Footsteps get closer until they’re right outside my room. My skin tingles when my door creaks, as though somebody is leaning against it. Am I imagining this? Hoping for it?
Standing, I tiptoe quietly across the room, gently taking the handle and opening the door. Miles steps back, wearing only a pair of shorts, his muscled torso on display. His eyes are even more passionate in the low light.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He glances down the hallway to Mom and Noah’s room. The large bathroom separates my room and theirs, but this is still beyond risky. Waving him inside, I shut the door behind him, knowing this is a dangerous move. He’s close to me now, his heat radiating, his body sending me signals. I bet mine is doing the same. He steps closer, his bare chest almost touching me. It takes every ounce of self-control to move away from him.
“What are you doing?” I ask again, my voice low.
He smirks, his voice just as low. “You might think I’m a complete freak if I tell you.”
“Well, I already think that, so don’t worry.”
He laughs quietly, and a thrill expands within me, a glorious pulsing. I’ve been waiting for a small moment like this, banter, sassiness, his smirk—the connection we share that would convince so many people there’s something wrong with us. The only person who can make me feel this way is my step-uncle.
“I’ve been listening to you sleep,” he says. “It’s been so difficult staying away from each other. We agreed, but I need something from you. So, when it’s late, I listen to your soft breathing for a few moments if I’m awake. I know, Layla, this is serial-killer stuff.”
“What does that say about me that I like it?” I murmur.
This time, when he moves closer, I don’t step away. His naked torso brushes against me, his manhood stiff in his shorts. He’s enormous, a thick meaty length outlined by the fabric. I swallow a big lump of nerves as I stare down at it. Despite the nerves trying to drag me down, the flaring thrill wins because he’s getting so hard, so fast, and all for me.
“Kissing you in the middle of the night,” he says, leaning down, “when Noah and Elena are sleeping, and they could catch us any moment… that would be the most stupid thing I could do, wouldn’t it?”
Four days’ worth of desire swells inside of me. He doesn’t kiss me but holds his lips close enough, and thenImake the first move, pressing my lips against his.
Pleasure instantly erupts through my body, tingling nerves dancing around my lips as he returns the kiss. The pressure between us is like a bomb ready to blow, our bodies hot and sweaty as he pushes closer to me, his manhood grinding against my belly.
His hands slide down to my hips, and he tugs me toward him as if he doesn’t want any space between us. His touch glides from my hips to my ass, massaging as our kiss becomes more passionate. Our mouths are open wide, our tongues searching for each other as we moan.
“We have to be quiet,” I whisper.
“I know,” he groans, then kisses me again.
As we sink into the kiss, we consume each other like we’re starving. I try to summon the courage to stop this. Or maybe it’s not courage. Perhaps it’s decency.
Step-uncle. Step-uncle. Step-uncle.
I repeat the words in my mind in a weak attempt to remind myself how wrong this is. How unfair, but then he guides me to the bed, and I know we’ve gone too far. Taking a break was the right thing to do, but it was also dangerous. It meant we were stowing up lust with each passing minute, waiting for a chance to let it all go, to unleash our pleasure on each other. If our lust is a vehicle, it’s speeding, threatening to crash. Now we have the chance and can’t slam on the brakes.
I fall back onto the bed, and he falls atop me, holding himself up with his arms as our kiss grows wilder.
CHAPTERTEN
Miles
