Page 25 of Rejected Broken Mate

We moved outside, heading toward his car. He opened the door, and I turned to him. I didn't realize how close he was as he looked at me. I watched his eyes flick down at my lips, and I suddenly felt like my breath was taken away.

"You're staring," I whispered.

"Maybe you have sauce on your face," he said, pulling a hand up, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

I took a slow breath in. "Do I?"

He smirked, leaning closer. "No."

His lips brushed against mine, and for one second, my mind froze. This was a bad idea. We still had to figure out a lot at stake and so many things. Plus, I hadn't told him about Michael.

But his lips. God, I forgot how soft they were. I forgot how long it had been since I had last been kissed. How long had it been since I could let my guard down like this?

We fumbled against the car, his arms caging me in. He leaned back, but I found myself leaning forward, kissing him back. I didn't want this moment to end just yet.

His arms grabbed me, his fingers tight as they held me while his lips crashed against mine in a more violent kiss.

I parted my lips, feeling his tongue slide over mine, invading my mouth. His hand pulled up, his fingers wrapping around my chin just enough to hold me there. I felt dizzy, my fingers tightening on his shirt, and I wanted so much more. I could feel my nails digging into the fabric and possibly his skin.

"Fuck," he growled, his lips pressing on my neck, and I panted. "You make me insane, Laura. Do you have any idea what this dress is doing to me?"

I didn't know what to say. His lips crashed against mine before I had to say anything. I moaned as he grabbed my leg, hoisting it up. I held tightly, wanting his body pressed against mine.

I tugged at his hair, and Miles leaned forward. His hand moved from my chin to my neck. I'd be lying if I said he didn't remember my love for a little pressure on my throat. I thought I'd outgrown it, but I hadn't. I felt wetness form as his fingers wrapped around my neck just slightly, and I moaned.

And I felt it. Miles was hard, pressing against my leg.

I suddenly realized my dress was hiked up, and his cock could easily be rubbing against me. It was exactly what I wanted. It was what I needed.

But suddenly, I remembered this wasn't who I was anymore. I was a mother, and fucking outside a restaurant was not something I could do.

"Stop," I said, my entire body tensing up. Miles froze, looking down at me. His hand let go of my throat, and he looked worried.

"What's wrong? Shit, did I press too hard?"

I shook my head, realizing this was just like the past. I was so quick to want him that I forgot this was a bad idea.

"I need to get home to Michael," I said, chewing on my cheek, flustered.

Miles leaned back, looking confused.

"Are you mad?" I asked, knowing we would have gone further if I hadn't stopped us.

Miles frowned. "Why would I be mad?"

I glanced down at his pants, where you would see his pants bulging. And I knew what was underneath.

"Because I'm ending it like this when you could so easily get it with someone else."

Miles hooked my chin, giving me a soft smile. "I don't want anyone else, Laura. So, if you want things to go slow, they go slow."

"Even if you end up with blue balls?"

He snorted. "Even then. Now, let's get you home."

Chapter 10 - Miles

I looked up past the newspaper, and Laura walked by. She was wearing another pantsuit, this one cream-colored. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. I watched her, my mind traveling to the other night and just how soft her lips were.

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