Page 106 of Loving You

Our hands touch and we both jump back as if we burned each other. Then our gazes collide, and we both break out in laughter.

“Why are we like this?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

His face turns serious. “I do. I don’t know why I even asked. Because I’m trying to convince myself otherwise, I guess.”

I take a breath but don’t respond.

“Maybe if we just—” he starts.

“Gave in?—”

“One more time?—”

“Then we can get over this tension?—”

“And go back to being us.”

I hear him and I’m right there with him, but it doesn’t match what he said yesterday. One day can’t change that, can it?

“You said you didn’t want to complicate things,” I say, my head tilting back as he steps closer.

He groans into my ear. “I know.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t know what complicated means, Miles.”

His hand brushes my hip as he backs me up to the kitchen island.

“I’m aware of what it means, Quinn. But when it comes to you, I don’t care anymore.”

His lips press gently to the spot right under my ear, and I have to take a deep breath. My brain can’t put together coherent sentences when he does this. When he’s this close. When the smell of him overwhelms me and makes me want things I shouldn’t want.

This will indeed complicate things.

We both know it, and yet we can’t seem to stop.

Still, I have to at least try, right?

“So, we should stop, right?” I regret the words as soon as they spill from my lips. I don’t really want to stop. I can only hope he doesn’t want too either.

Miles leans back, a sly grin taking over his lips.

“Is that what you want?”

Our eyes lock, and I inhale.

“No.”

“Good.”

His hands cup my face, and he crashes his lips to mine. Bliss rushes through my veins once again, warming every inch of my body and causing my heart to race.

The rush of his kiss is nothing I’ve ever felt before, and now that he’s done it a second time, I’m not sure I can ever go back.

He breaks this kiss only to give me more on my jaw, my neck, down to my chest. One of his hands slides over my nipple and pops the top button of my shirt, giving his mouth access to kiss and lick his way down the valley between my breasts. His hands smooth over my shorts and down my butt until his fingers reach the end of the fabric. His hand curls, tugging at my shorts.

“Oh, god,” I whimper.

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