Page 76 of Rock Me All Night
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We watcheveryStar Warsfilm. Miles knows every line, and he delights in reciting them with me. Well, he delights in mocking me, too—in mocking my very obvious crush on Han Solo. What can I say? Maybe I do have a thing for scoundrels.
It's almost dawn when we go to bed, but this time Miles doesn't put me in the spare room. We sleep together on his bed, in his bedroom. It's not the biggest bed, but it feels so good to be pressed against him. His body fits perfectly with mine. I fall asleep almost instantly, and I wake up in his arms.
Miles stirs when I get out of bed. He drags me to the bathroom, and we take another shower together. It's as amazing as before. We kiss, touch, and help each other with soap and shampoo.
After, he makes me breakfast and coffee. It's like we're playing house, like we're playing pretend at being grownups in a grown-up relationship. I know I'm twenty-one, and he must not be more than a few years older, but I've never really felt like an adult. This, though, being in this house alone with him—it feels real.
Miles snickers when we leave for Kara's. "You've been wearing that outfit for almost three days."
"So?"
"Something tells me you don't normally wear low-cut tops and short skirts to hang out with your best friend. Not that I object."
He's right. I never dress up to see Kara. At best, I wear a t-shirt and jeans. I need clean clothes, especially clean underwear. There's no way I'm going commando to hang out with my best friend.
"So drop me at my place. I'll change."
He shakes his head. "No, I'll take you to a boutique I know."
"I'm not a doll."
"And you won't be on display to anyone but me." He leads me to the front door. "But I'll feel awful about ripping off your panties if I didn't buy them."
"No you won't."
He smirks. "Okay, I won't. But I'm still buying you something to wear today."
"That's not necessary."
"You're not going to win this one, Meg. You should give up resisting if you don't want to be late to meet with your friend."
"I don't need an outfit. And I don't need you to buy me any kind of lingerie."
He presses his lips into my cheek. "All this time you're spending resisting. We could be spending it in the dressing room together."
"Oh."Oh.
I get in the car without any further objections.
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The boutique is betterthan I could possibly imagine. Not the clothes—I couldn't possibly care less about clothes. Miles drags me into the dressing room. One hand under my skirt, one hand over my mouth, he rubs me until I can barely muffle my screams, then rubs me some more. I come three times despite my fear that the sales girl will throw us out.
I pick out a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a lacy black lingerie set. Everything here is outrageously expensive—more than I make in a month—but he insists.
We—well, I—am right on time to Kara's place. She opens the door and takes in my clothes with curiosity.
"I've never seen that outfit before."
"It's new."
She shakes her head, not buying my version of the story. "Those are expensive jeans."
I nod.
"Is there some reason why you're keeping this a secret?"
