Page 90 of Rock Me All Night
But I might have to. He gets one chance to tell me the truth. That's it.
The car stops. Dammit. We're parked outside my apartment. No more of this. We have to step back into the ugly world, and I have to demand an explanation.
Miles pays the cabbie and escorts me to my apartment. The elevator feels tiny. The hallway feels tinier. The key is slippery in my hands, and my legs have never felt more wobbly.
We step inside my apartment. Miles presses the door closed behind me. He takes my hands, pulls them over my head, and pins me to the door.
His body is heavy against mine. His kiss is hot, needy. Like this is more than sex to him.
Like he needs more than my body.
Miles tugs my skirt down to my knees. He drags his hand to my thighs.
No teasing this time. He strokes me over my panties.
"I need you." He tugs at my top and pulls it off my arms.
I'm pressed against the door, almost naked, and he's still wearing all his clothes.
He still has all the cards.
I break his grasp, plant on the bed, and wrap a sheet around my chest.
Miles stares into my eyes. "Megan."
"It's Megara. Not Megan. It's right on my driver's license. And, no, it's not from the Disney movie. It's a mythology thing."
"You have a driver's license?"
"Yeah."
"You never drive."
"Not really the point."
"Tom was just running his mouth off. It was nothing."
"If it was nothing, tell me." I take a deep breath. I have to be strong here. I have to resist how much I want him. "I only left with you because you said you'd talk to me."
He runs a hand through his hair. His brow knots with frustration.
"Miles. We agreed. No secrets. No lies. I heard you two talking. He asked if you'd told me something. He threatened to tell me if you didn't."
"It's nothing." Miles sits next to me. His eyes turn to the ground. His voice softens. "Tom is nosy. That's it."
"If it's nothing, tell me."
"I can't talk about that." He leans closer. "That's how it is. We agreed that this is casual."
"We agreed not to keep secrets."
His eyes darken. "I'm not talking about that. Take it or leave it." His voice drops to something. It's needy. "This isn't supposed to be complicated."
"You're the one making it complicated." I push myself off the bed and press my back against the wall. It only puts three feet between me and Miles. That's about as good as I can do in this apartment. "Why won't you tell me if it's nothing?"
"Meg. Don't do this. We have a good thing here."
"You're the one doing it." I pull the sheet tighter around my chest. "You asked me if I trust you. I do. I want to keep trusting you. Please. Just tell me."
