His hands cup my cheeks, and he presses his mouth to mine so hard I hit the frame of the door behind me.
He kisses me so possessively and desperately it would make me sad if only I didnt love it so much. He inhales deeply and pulls away, exhaling slowly, staring me hard in the eyes. He drops his hand and steps back, waiting for me to step into the hallway before he closes his door.
I have no idea what that was, but I need more of it.
I somehow make my legs move, and I walk into Corbins apartment. Corbin isnt in the living room, so I set my books down on the counter.
I hear Corbins shower running.
Corbins in the shower.
I immediately walk out the door and back across the hall and knock. His door swings open so quickly its as if Miles was still standing in the same spot. He glances over my shoulder at my apartment door.
Corbins in the shower, I say.
Miles looks back at me, and before I think he even has time to process my words, hes pulling me inside his apartment. He slams the door shut and shoves me against it, and once again, his mouth is everywhere.
I waste no time, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down several inches. His hands take over and pull my pants down completely, along with my underwear. As soon as he slides my feet out of them, hes urging me toward his kitchen table. He spins me around, positioning me until Im leaning across the table on my stomach.
He reaches between my legs, spreading them farther apart while freeing himself from his jeans. Both of his hands move to my waist and grip tightly. He steadies himself against me and then carefully eases himself inside me. Oh, God, he groans.
I press my palms flat out on the table. Theres nothing to grab hold of, and I desperately need to grab something.
He leans forward, pressing his chest against my back. His breaths are heavy and hot and crashing against my skin. I have to get a condom.
Okay, I breathe out.
He hasnt backed away yet, though, and my body naturally wants to take him in the rest of the way. I press myself against him, pushing him further inside me, causing him to dig his fingers into my hips so hard I wince.
Dont, Tate.
His voice is a warning.
Or a dare.
I do it again, and he groans, quickly pulling out of me completely. His hands are still digging into my hips, and hes still pressed against mehes just no longer inside me.
Im on the pill, I whisper.
He doesnt move.
I close my eyes, needing him to do something. Anything. Im dying here.
Tate, he whispers. He doesnt follow it up with anything. We stand quietly still, with him in the same position, poised right outside me.
Dammit. He releases my waist and finds my hands palms-down on the table. He slides his fingers through mine and squeezes, then buries his face against my neck from behind me. Brace yourself.
He slams into me so unexpectedly I scream. One of his hands leaves mine, and he brings it to my mouth and covers it. Shh, he warns. He holds still, giving me a moment to adjust to him inside me.
He pulls out with a moan and slams into me again, causing me to yell out once more. His hand muffles my noises this time.
He repeats his movements.
Harder.
Faster.
Hes grunting with every thrust, and Im making noises I didnt even know I could make. Ive never experienced anything like this before.
I didnt know it could be this intense. This raw. This animalistic.
I lower my face and press my cheek against the table.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I let him f**k me.
Its quiet.
Its so quiet, and I dont know if its because we were both so loud just a few seconds ago or if he just needs a minute to recover.
Hes still inside me, but hes finished. Hes just not moving. One of his hands is still covering my mouth, the other still squeezing my fingers. His face is still buried against my neck.
But hes so incredibly still Im afraid to move. I dont even feel him breathing.
The first thing to move is his hand, away from my mouth. He unlocks his fingers from mine and straightens them, pulling them slowly apart from mine. He presses both palms against the table and lifts his face away from my neck. He pulls out of me without a sound.
Its still too quiet, so I dont move.
I hear him as he pulls his pants back into position and zips them.
I hear his footsteps as he walks away.
Hes walking away.
His bedroom door slams shut, and I flinch. My cheek and palms and stomach are still flat against his table, but now so are my tears.
Theyre falling.
Falling, falling, falling, and I cant stop them.
Im embarrassed. Im ashamed. I dont have a clue what the hell is wrong with him, but I have too much pride and too little courage to go find out.
This felt like an end. Im not sure I was ready for this to be the end. Im not sure I was ready for there ever to be an end, and I hate myself for allowing my feelings to get to that point.
Im also angry because here I am, standing in his apartment, looking for my pants, trying to stop my ridiculous tears, still feeling the remnants of him sliding down my leg, and I have no f**king clue why he had to ruin it.
Ruin me.
I finish getting dressed, and I leave.
Chapter twenty
MILES
Six years earlier
Youre getting an outie, I tell her. I run my fingers over her
bare stomach, and I kiss it. Its cute.
I press my ear to her skin and close my eyes. I bet hes lonely
in there, I say. Are you lonely in there, buddy?
Rachel laughs. You keep calling him a boy. What if hes a girl?
I tell Rachel whatever he is, Ill love him the same. I already
love him.
Or her.
Our parents are out of town. Were playing house again, except