Chapter 13 - Part 1

                                    

                                          
"You like that?" Myles whispered, moving to do the same to her other breast. She nodded as she watched him pull down the bra cup to enclose the tip in his warm mouth. Then he moved to blow a whisper of a breath against the wet peak that made it pebble in anticipation.
Briefly, she closed her eyes, reveling in the ecstasy of her body's reaction to him. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra and he undid it. The bra slackened and he eased it off her shoulders before throwing it onto the floor.
His gaze slid slowly over her half-naked body, which made her feel vulnerable to him. His hand went to her neck and pulled her up to him to kiss her. Her sensitive nipples brushed against his chest. She followed the movement of tongue against hers as he pressed himself against her most sensitive part.
Every second without him inside her was agony. 
His hand skimmed down her body until he reached the top of her panties. He watched her as his hand slid beneath the flimsy material. She bit her lip to stifle a groan when his finger moved against her curls to trace the line of her sex. Her fingers dug into his arm. His mouth found hers when he inserted a finger into her. He teased her as she rubbed herself against his hand, needing relief.
When he eased his finger from her body, she moaned in protest. 
"Don't stop," she murmured in frustration when he lifted himself to get something from his bedside table.
"I want to be inside you," he whispered before kissing her quickly and ripping the foil packet open with his teeth. He rolled the condom on and discarded his boxers. He was gloriously naked.
She wrapped her hand around his hard length, and he closed his eyes briefly. "I'm not going to last long if you keep touching me." The same anticipation in his face was mirrored in her.
He pushed her back down onto her back on the bed and hooked the sides of her panties before sliding them off. The last barrier of clothing was now gone.
"If you want to back out, this is the time to tell me," he whispered, kneeling between her open legs. His hands rested on her thighs.
"Don't stop," she pleaded, feeling like she was going to burst if he stopped. She was laid bare to him, open to him.
His hand went to her hip as he moved above her, settling between her thighs. His hand guided her leg around his waist as the tip of him nestled between her folds. She felt a moment of nervousness.
His mouth covered hers and she put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he eased into her, inch by inch. She closed her eyes, concentrating not on the visuals of what was happening but on every touch. Just when she thought she was going to snap, he thrust into her, entirely filling her up to his hilt. 
For a few moments he gave her time to adjust to him before he slowly began to withdraw. She wanted him in her, as close as was physically possible. Her hands moved down his body as he thrust into her again with long, hard, steady strokes. The gentle fucking began to build up the sensation and she knew she was close, so damn close.
The weight of him pinned her to the bed as he moved faster, in and then out. It was sweet agony and all that mattered was reaching what was just out of reach. His fingers flicked her nipple and that sent her flying over the edge. She gasped just as his mouth smothered hers. She held on to him as she felt the orgasm sweep through her, making her tense as she cried out.
He began to fuck her faster while she held on to him, her nails scraping across his back. Just as she began to float back, he strained against her and she felt him reach his own orgasm. She held him to her while his body tensed into hers. Sweat intermingled with their heavy breathing in the darkness of his room.
He kissed her one last time before he eased himself out of her and stood up to get rid of the condom. She lay there, still trying to catch her breath as she watched him. He returned and slid into the bed with her. 
He put his arm around her and pulled her up against him. He kissed her cheek. It didn't take long for her to feel the heaviness of her eyelids and she gave in to the sleep that beckoned.
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When Jessica woke up, it was still dark. The tenderness between her legs reminded her of what she had shared with Myles. She turned to find the space beside her was empty. Her hand touched the sheet. It was cool. 
She had expected to wake up with him beside her and the fact that he wasn't didn't sit well with her. After everything they had shared... Just thinking back made her blush. It had been erotic and earth-shattering, she thought with a sigh.
She had no idea what time it was, and she wondered where Myles was. It was cool when she got out of the bed, so she turned on the light and found his shirt on the floor. She put it on and went to search for him.
The house was quiet. The only light came from the kitchen. She found him sitting bent over a glass of water at the kitchen table dressed in his jeans. He didn't see her immediately when she filled the doorway. She had a few moments to take in his expression before he realized he wasn't alone and his eyes met hers. 
She folded her arms as she remained in the doorway, trying to read his expression.
"You weren't in bed," she murmured.
"I needed a minute." 
It wasn't what she had expected, and his body language wasn't what she had expected after spending the night together.
"Why?" she asked, even though she wasn't sure she was ready for the answer.
"Being with you..." He paused, and she frowned, feeling like the ground beneath her feet was going to fall away, leaving her falling into an unknown abyss. 
"What's wrong, Myles?" When he didn't immediately respond, she stiffened. "I'm a big girl, I can take it." She refused to enter the kitchen as she waited for him to say something.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly, slowly rising to his feet. His voice was heavy, which convinced her something was seriously wrong.
This wasn't going to go well. She could feel it, but there was no stopping it.
She nodded, feeling the emotion raw in her throat. Maybe she deserved this after all the pain she had caused Charlie. Maybe this was karma. Did she really deserve to be happy after all she had done? In her opinion, the answer was no.
He slowly closed the distance between them, and she fought the instinctive reaction to move back when he stopped in front of her. She lifted her head to keep his gaze, refusing to look away even when memories of them together as close as two people could be replayed in her mind. He wasn't her friend anymore—he was a man who had ravished her in a way that made her blush. 
"Are you sure you're ready for what I have to say?" he asked softly, his eyes unreadable, and she nodded even though it was a lie.
She wasn't ready for them to end before they'd even had a chance to start. She wanted to take his hand and lead him back to bed so he could make her feel special again. That's what she needed from him.
"Don't drag this out," she preempted in a tight voice.
His eyes held hers, studying her, seeing more than she wanted him to.
"Let me make this easy for you," she said. "You regret what happened, and that's okay. Like I said, I can take it. You don't have to make a big deal about it. We'll just forget it happened." There was no way she would ever forget what it felt like to have his lips on her skin—her stomach dipped at the memory. "We tried, but it didn't work out." She wrapped her arms around her waist while she spoke.
She was about to leave when he stopped her.