Page 75 of Rejected Broken Mate

I reached out, pulling her against me. I pressed my forehead against her and inhaled her scent. She smelt like lemons today, and it made my head spin.

She reached up, her hands placed gently against my chest. "We have the house to ourselves."

I smirked. "I know, I was thinking of sleep, but clearly, you had something else in mind."

She snorted. "Don't even try telling me you came over here because you wanted to sleep."

I pulled her chin, pressing her lips against mine. She was quick to kiss me back, her fingers curling against my shirt.

"You are not wrong," I chuckled, hoisting her into the air and turning us towards the bed. We fumbled onto it, Laura laughing as I pinned her down, holding her hands above her head.

"Shouldn't we be talking about what to expect tomorrow?" she asked as I kissed her neck.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I want to spend tonight like tomorrow isn't happening."

I could hear the pitch in her voice change as I kissed her collarbone, my hands pulling her shirt up slightly, exposing her belly button.

"God, you smell good," I growled, pulling my hand up further until I could cup her breast. She inhaled sharply, and I bit gently against her neck. Her back arched, and she softly moaned.

I rolled her left nipple, pressing her hands harder against the bed above her head. She wiggled under me, her thighs rubbing together.

"Miles," she whimpered.

I smirked, running my tongue down her stomach. "You still thinking about tomorrow?"

She quickly shook her head, and her voice came out as if it were pitched. "No. I'm not thinking about tomorrow."

"Good," I said, grabbing her jeans and popping them open. "Because we don't need to."

I slid my hand down, finding her clit and rubbing my finger over it with a gentle touch. Her eyes hazed over as she bit into her lip, a moan barely escaping her mouth.

"You keep your hands here," I ordered, letting go of them as I pulled her jeans down. She wiggled as I pulled, and I tossed her jeans onto the ground. I pulled at her shirt, unbuttoning the front, finding she was wearing a pink lace bra. The set was hot, and it made my cock ache.

"Cute," I growled. "Almost like you were anticipating this."

"Me?" She raised an eyebrow. "Never."

I smirked at her, grabbing at a piece of the bra. The fabric was soft. "I almost don't want to take this off of you."

"Who said you have to?"

I smirked, rubbing her nipples through the fabric. Laura bucked, her legs rubbing together roughly. Her hands came down, grabbing my shirt, and I stopped pulling them back up. "You don't listen well."

She gave me a pouty expression, and I reached for my tie from last night, lying on the ground. I wrapped it around her hands, and I watched her grow giddy. I tied her hands up and around her metal bed frame. Once I was sure she was secure, I leaned back.

"That was unnecessary," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You don't listen well." I purred, placing my hands on her hips.

I kissed her stomach, leaving a trail as I traveled up to her breast. I blew on her nipples, tugging at them once more. Laura pulled on the tie, but it didn't give.

I kissed back down her stomach, my hands traveling down to her ass. She moaned, and it was music to my ears.

I kissed her hip bone and then over to her other side. Laura whimpered. "Miles, you're being cruel."

I chuckled. "I'm not. I'm only kissing you."

I kissed just above her underwear line, and I could smell her need. She was intoxicating, and I wanted to devour her whole.

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