Page 79 of Home With You

"Just past the kitchen, but wait. Don't go down there yet."

"Miles, I don't want to talk about this. I misunderstood how you felt. I never would've slept here with you if I knew you still felt that way." She turns and hurries down the stairs.

I meet her at the washing machine where she's transferring her clothes to the dryer.

"Let's go get some dinner."

"I'm not hungry," she says, just as her stomach growls.

I chuckle. "Your stomach is telling me otherwise."

She shuts the dryer door. "How do you turn this on?"

I reach over and hit the button to start it, then grab both her hands and pull her toward me as I lean against the wall.

"I'm not giving up on you, Raine."

"I wish I could do this, Miles, but I can't."

"Tell me why."

She sighs. "Because of what happened before. I'm not ready to do this again."

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I'm not ready to."

"Is whatever happened what landed you on the streets?"

She nods. "Yeah. But I don't want to talk about it."

What the hell happened and why won't she tell me? Is she embarrassed? Ashamed? Afraid?

"Just drop it, okay?" She pulls away but I keep hold of her. "Miles, let me go."

"I need to do something first." I tug her closer and wrap my arms around her waist.

"What?" she asks, looking up at me.

I lower my face to hers and wait. Her breath quickens and her hands grip the sides of my shorts. Her eyes fall shut and her lips part. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her, softly at first to make sure she's not going to pull away. She leans in closer, pressing her body into mine. I kiss her again, deeper this time. She reaches behind my neck and pulls me down to her, her chest rising and falling as she breathes. I'm breathing hard too, my heart pounding against my chest, my body wanting more of her. God, I want her so bad.

My hands lower to the back of her thighs and slowly move under her shirt to her naked ass. I cup it with my hands and pull her against me.

"Miles," she moans, breaking from my lips, her head tipping back.

I leave kisses along her neck, then return to her mouth, loving the soft moans coming from her throat. She's got me so turned on, my cock's throbbing even more than when we were in bed. My hand slips between her legs and I run my fingers over her slick opening. She's so freaking wet. I sink a finger inside her and she gasps, then smiles.

"More," she whispers, gripping my shorts like she's never going to let go. I plunge another finger into her and she breaks from the kiss. "Oh God, yes!"

"Let's go upstairs," I tell her.

"I can't," she says, but her actions say differently as her hips grind into me, rubbing against my cock. Her eyes shoot open, meeting up with mine. "I want you, Miles. I do. I just...I can't do this again. I'm not ready."

"You sure?" I ask, my hand still pleasuring her.

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