Page 64 of Falling

“My god, Wren. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect, and you don’t even know it,” he murmurs into my skin, pressing the hottest kisses to my neck like I’m paying him to do it. “Can I keep kissing you here?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I clutch his shirt, and I don’t have it in me to tell him to stop. He doesn’t kiss me; he just keeps worshiping my neck and my chest until I’m writhing beneath him.

He kisses across my jaw, and I laugh when he gets to a sensitive spot. “Keep still, baby,” he rasps against my cheek. He drops his knee between my legs, pinning me there, and he pulls my arms up, pinning them together with one of his hands. “Let me do this for you, okay? Let me show you what you do to me. Let me show you how good I could be to you.”

I nod, and he continues. He kisses and sucks my skin into his mouth in the most maddening ways, biting and then smoothing it out. I’ve never had a more sensual feeling in my life, and I don’t ever want it to stop.

He nudges his knee between my legs, and I grind into him. The friction between our clothes and his knee pressing into me sends a ripple of pleasure through my entire body. I can feel myself get wet, and the faster his kisses become on my neck and on my chest, the harder I grind into him. My body is spinning out of control, and I don’t want to catch it.

“Jesus Christ, Miles,” I mutter when his warm hand spreads across my stomach, reaching up to cup one of my tits. His thumb swipes across my nipple, and I arch into him, my hips moving faster. “What are we doing?”

“Do you want this as bad as I do?” he asks into my skin, still not kissing me where I want him to.

“I don’t know,” I whine. I don’t know what I want. Everything about this is screaming yes while also saying no at the same time. It’s confusing as fuck. My patience runs out, and I say, “Are you going to kiss me?”

His grip on my wrists tightens. “Do you want me to?”

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” I pant. This is all too confusing. Too much. He leaves one long kiss on the top of my breast before he drops his hands from mine, smoothing out my shirt and stepping back from me.

“Okay, then we’ll stop,” he says.

I blink at him. “W-what?”

“You need to be sure, Wrenny girl,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’m not touching you again until you’re sure.”

He smiles at me like he didn’t just put my entire body through a workout, getting me ready to let him fuck me against a tree. I’ve never wanted to punch and kiss someone more.

He tilts his head to the side. “Is that okay with you, princess?”

No, Miles, it really isn’t fine because I almost let you kiss me just then, and if it happens again, I really don’t know if I can convince you to stop.

But I don’t say that. Instead, I smile and say, “Fine,” before turning in the opposite direction and hoping I can find us a way home. I don’t trust myself to be alone with him anymore. When I’m with him, I find myself losing more and more control, and there’s nothing more terrifying than that.

21

MILES

“MY DICK ISN’T A FUCKING PUPPY, WREN.”

Sleepingon the edge of the bed that night in the hotel was fucking torture. So I thought the best way to help with that after she avoided me was to go see her again. The snowstorm was the perfect excuse. Until it turned into something way more than that, and I’m still trying to find excuses for what I did.

I’ve been replaying that day in the forest nearly every night just to get myself to sleep. The sound of her whimpers haunts my dreams, and I can’t get the image of her grinding into me out of my mind. She was a fucking sight, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to act normal around her after that, especially for the game today.

I’m putting on my jacket, ready to leave when my phone lights up with a text.

Wrenny

What do I wear?

I rollmy eyes with a laugh and shoot back a message.

Anything. You could wear a garbage bag and you’d still be the most gorgeous person in the room.

Wrenny

Do you enjoy lying?

I’m coming to get you in five minutes.

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