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And with that, I put aside my dirty thoughts and fall asleep.

17

Miles

I wake up to the feel of Raine cuddled up beside me. I slowly open my eyes and see her arm resting on my abs, her hand over my chest. Her head is up by my shoulder, her soft hair falling over my bicep.

For a minute I'm confused and think I must be dreaming. I've had this dream before, of Raine in my bed, but it's usually not as innocent as this. Actually, it ends like this but the main part of the dream involves both of us naked and me pleasuring her in every way I know how.

My dick hardens at the thought, and the images that go with it. Shit. I can't think about that. Not when she's in my bed and we're only supposed to be sleeping.

Why did she suggest this? She knows how much I like her. How much I want her. Is this some kind of test to see if I can resist her? If so, I'm failing miserably because now that I'm awake, I want her more than anything. Her gorgeous body. Her smooth skin. Those soft lips. I've fantasized about being with her more than I should but my mind can't help but go there.

She moves a little in her sleep, her hand slipping down to my waist, just above my now rock-hard cock. Damn. I hope she doesn't wake up and find me this way.

The sheet is pulled back and I notice I'm shirtless. When did that happen? I must've taken it off in my sleep. I do that sometimes but I don't know how I did it without waking up Raine.

She must be a sound sleeper. She'd have to be, living on the streets. Cars going by. Trucks beeping. Sirens blaring. I don't know how you sleep through all that.

I'd like to check the time but I don't want to move and wake her. It's dark out so it's gotta be after seven. Devin probably texted me to remind me to go to the bar. If Giselle's there, I know he did. He keeps pushing me to go out with her but I'm not interested. Giselle's gorgeous and seemed nice when we talked but I didn't feel that spark I feel with Raine. I felt it the moment I met her, before we even knew each other, and it's only gotten stronger the more we hang out.

I wanted to tell Raine that when she asked why I didn't like Giselle but then decided not to. She said she's not ready for a relationship so I need to take it slow with her, although what we're doing right now seems like we just fast-forwarded way past a casual friendship. I don't usually sleep half naked in a bed with a casual friend.

Raine lifts up her arm like she's waking up, but then turns on her side, her back to me. She mumbles something, then reaches back and grabs my arm, tugging it over her. I turn on my side, not sure what she's doing, then wait as she tucks my arm over her waist.

I smile, thinking how upset she'd be with herself if she knew she'd just done that. I'm happy she did. I love being with her like this. Having her in my arms.

My eyes shut and I try to go back to sleep. I'm not tired but I'm not going to get up and ruin this perfect moment. It may never happen again so I'll stay here as long as she wants.

She slides down a little in the bed, like she's trying to get farther into the covers, then she backs up into me, her body molded to mine. My cock instantly reacts to the feel of her firm round ass pressed up against it. Her arm lifts up to rest on the bed, allowing me to free my arm from her waist. I need to move away from her enough that we aren't touching down there. I can't sleep when I'm this turned on and I don't want her waking up to the feel of my erection against her.

I slowly slide my hand down, trying not to disturb the covers, and notice her shirt is up by her waist. It must've rode up when she moved. I know I shouldn't, but I inch my hand lower and feel more of her soft beautiful skin. I keep going, expecting to run into her panties but they're not there. She's not wearing any.

I freeze, my hand now on her hip, her naked ass pressed into my crotch. My shorts are the only thing between us but the thin fabric is doing nothing to control my throbbing cock. I attempt to back up without waking her but she feels me move and flips to her back.

"Miles?" she mutters, reaching for me.

"I'm right here." I take her hand, holding it so it doesn't lower and land on my crotch.

"What time is it?" she mumbles.

"I don't know. I'll check." I reach behind me to the beside table and grab my phone. "It's seven-thirty."

"We slept that long?" She sounds more awake now and when I turn back, I see her lying there, rubbing her eyes.

"We were tired."

She looks at me, her eyes still sleepy. "You missed your date."

I lay on my side, facing her. "It wasn't a date. I'm not interested in Giselle."

"There could've been some other girl at the bar you'd be interested in."

"Maybe I'm already interested in someone else." My eyes lock on hers as I say it. I know I said I'd take things slow but being with her today, in bed, lying beside her, I realized I can't do it. I can't hold back my feelings for her when they're this strong. And I don't just mean my attraction to her. I mean how I feel about her. How happy she makes me.

She turns on her side to face me and is about to say something but then jerks back. "Shit!"

"What?"

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