He shrugged. “About a ten minute walk. And you’ve got your camera. Want me to call a car?”
“Nah. It’s in the case, and I like rain. Let’s just run.”
Suddenly his face lit up. “Remember the time we camped out in the orchard with your sisters and it started to rain?”
“Yes, and they were such babies about it and went inside and we stayed out there until my mom realized it was thundering and made us come in too?”
He nodded. “You were furious that your mom made me stay on the couch because you wanted me to sleep in your room.”
I laughed. “Yes! I totally remember that. We were what, like ten and eleven at the time? I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let you.”
He leaned close. “But you know now.”
“Yes.” My cheeks warmed as I thought about our last few nights together, and a little rush of desire swooshed inside me.
“Then let’s do it. Because now I’m thinking about being in bed with you and your mom can’t tell us what to do anymore. Want to go get naked?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”
Without another word, he grabbed my hand and we ran out into the summer rain, Miles groaning and me squealing as it drenched us in under a minute. We moved quickly, skirting Campus Martius and racing up Woodward hand in hand. When we got to his building, our shoes squeaked across the floor as we hurried for the elevator, both of us anxious to get up to his apartment.
Out of breath and soaking wet, we stood at the back as a few more people got on, and Miles brought our hands in front of his dick, pressing them not so subtly against his bulging erection. I gasped. To torture him—and myself—a little, I braved rubbing the back of my hand up and down on it, keeping my eyes straight ahead. Next to me, I heard Miles stifle a moan by clearing his throat, and I hid a smile.
When the doors opened on the twenty-third floor, he yanked me through the crowd and pulled me roughly down the hall. We barely made it inside before we went at each other, our mouths crushed together and tongues lashing inside, our hands tearing wet clothes off and flinging them any which way. Unable to wait, we dropped to the wood floor right there in front of the door.
He was inside me in less than thirty seconds, his cock driving hard and deep, his eyes dark and wild with lust. My head knocked against the door and I flattened my palms against it, pulling my knees up alongside his ribs and wrapping my legs around his back.
“This feeling,” Miles panted. “Right here. Being inside you after all this time, your legs around my body, your skin against mine, your pussy around my cock. Seeing you look at me that way. It’s all I want.”
“Me too.” I fought for control of my breath, of my voice, of my heart. It was pounding inside my chest, clamoring like a caged animal trying to escape—but I couldn’t let it. I couldn’t let it.
“What are you doing to me?” he rasped. “Why can’t I get enough of you? What is this?”
“I don’t know.” I bit my lip to keep from saying more. But I feel the same, and I’m confused and scared and it’s crazy and impossible and I’m out of control.
He brought his mouth to mine and I greedily sucked his tongue into my mouth. Faster and faster he drove into me, his cock grinding against my clit, until the world turned silver and started to hum.
No longer caring about my head banging the door, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, rocking my hips beneath him. He buried his head in my neck as he came, his body going still as his cock pulsed inside me, and my body answered in kind, contracting around him over and over again in blissful harmony.
When his body had gone still, I held him close to me, stroking his back, his hair, his neck.
“God, I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.” Still breathing hard, he picked his head up and looked down at me quizzically. “What the fuck is that about?”
I smiled, but a pang of longing shot through me. I’ll miss you too. “No, you won’t. You’ll have some other girl on your couch as soon as you’re back.”
He tipped his head to one side, like he was thinking about it. “Probably. But I’ll still miss you.”
I rolled my eyes to cover up how hurt I was before squirming out from beneath him. “I better go shower. We’ll be late for dinner.”
He let me go.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that to her.
After Natalie went upstairs to get in the shower, I pulled on my jeans and sat on the couch with my head in my hands, trying to regain my sense of balance, figure out which way was up. I knew I’d hurt her feelings just now, I’d seen it in her eyes, but fuck! She had me all out of whack. The entire day had been perfect, from the wake-up sex to the breakfast to the nap to the walk in the rain to the floor sex. Too perfect. So perfect I was off my game. She was making me FEEL things, and I was not OK with that.