Page 23 of Rock Me All Night

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"You wear it for me?"

"In your dreams."

A laugh escapes his lips. "Oh, no, I had a dream about you already, and it was a lot more fun."

My heart pounds against my chest, but I'm not about to show it. "You did not."

"I did. In fact—" he leans even closer "—you were wearing something a lot like that skirt."

I press my knees together.

"Only without any panties."

Deep breath. He's only fucking with me. It's a story. "I don't believe you."

"I didn't save my sticky sheets."

My lungs fail me. They're supposed to be breathing in and out, but they're still. "You didn't…You're just flirting."

"No. We're past that point." He brushes my hair off my shoulders. His voice drops. It's low and sincere. "You want me, and I want you. There's no reason to hide that."

He drags his fingertips over my shoulders. My hips shift. I squeeze my thighs together as he tugs at the straps of my tank top.

The expression in his eyes in earnest.

He's still calm, but he's not entirely casual.

"Okay." I nod. I do want him and I can tell he wants me. "What does that mean?"

Miles stares into my eyes. "It's up to you. I'm not going to push you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Oh."

"If you're not ready, I'll walk you home. That's it."

I follow him to the next corner. Only two blocks now. "And if I am ready?"

"Then I'll make sure you come so hard you forget your name."

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The elevator has never felt slower. Or smaller. Miles is three feet away but it feels like three inches. I have to respond to his offer.

I almost jump at the ding. I almost fall when I step into the hallway.

It's fifteen feet to my door.

Ten.

Five.

Zero.

I pull my key from my purse and slide it into the lock.

Miles moves closer, pinning me to the door. His chest is against my back. The warmth of his body sets me on fire.

This is already intense as hell.

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