Page 102 of Secret Obsession
“Miles—”
“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t say anything right now. Just sleep, and we’ll start again in the morning.”
Okay.
I roll away. His arm is there, hooking around me.
The strangest thing happens.
He doesn’t force himself into me, like every night prior. I should be happy about that, right? He almost killed me, and now he’s not making me have sex with him.
It was never just sex, Willow.
I lie there with my eyes closed, trying to even out my breathing. His groin isn’t even near my ass. Our only point of contact is his arm and the top of his chest.
The loss gives me a hollow feeling behind my ribs, but I don’t know how to articulate it or force my mind away from it.
I shift my legs together and roll onto my stomach. I grip my pillow, fluffing it. His hand is on my back now, his fingers lightly moving across my spine. It tickles. Desire winds through me, straight to my core.
It’s confusing.
Am I still drunk?
Has he hypnotized me into enjoying what he does to me?
I whimper. It just happens.
His hand slides higher, digging into the muscles on either side of my spine. A one-handed back massage, loosening the tension that’s coiled there. It’s not enough.
God.
I hate that I crave it.
I loathe myself for even giving in and letting another Whiteshaw ensnare me like this.
My eyes burn, and I whimper again.
“If you need something, take it,” his voice floats out of the dark. Seductive, daring.
Fucking enchanting.
I hold out for another few minutes, at least. Shifting and trying to pretend that he’s not driving me crazy just by being beside me and notinme.
Fuck him. Fuck this.
But also… fuck every notion that Ican’ttake what I need. Not when he’s offering it to me so plainly. And that thought snaps my self-control. I roll toward him, my gaze feasting on his face. His eyes are open, and he’s watching me.
He watches me even as I shove the covers down, exposing both of our naked bodies. Naked except for the briefs he pulled on…
My brows furrow, and I shift to my knees. Hovering over him. I push him on his back and drag the briefs down. His cock is hardening, straightening up to give me its full attention. I get his briefs all the way off and throw them off the side of the bed.
He doesn’t move when I swing my leg over him, straddling him and hovering above his erection. I touch myself, and my back arches. I lose that eye contact for a second.
Miles grips the side of my face suddenly. He sits up, bringing us that much closer together, and his lips hover over mine.
I’ve never kissed him before.
Even…before-before. We never kissed. Not once.
