Page 27 of Miles Apart
It’s eleven thirty by the time I step into my room. I toe off my sneakers and pad across the carpeting, through the shadows filtering in from the window, to the bathroom for a shower. The gym was empty, so I hit the weights and released pent-up tension in a way that didn’t involve my hand. It takes a steel grip on my washcloth not to fist myself tonight, but I cleaned my ass without incident.
I’m halfway to the kitchen area for a midnight snack when a sniffle from the adjoining door blends into a wheeze.
“Em?” I knock. She doesn’t have asthma, and she better not have a dick in her mouth. Another wheeze. “Emma. Open up.”
The lock clicks mid-knock, and Emma swings open the door in a huff. “Why are you banging like you’re the FBI?”
My mouth goes dry at the fabric that’s pieced together what she calls pajamas. It’s a silky one-piece with strings around the waist that exposes the dips of her thighs. Her nipples press against the V-cut fabric above the curves of her breasts.
My eyes drag down her bare legs and red toes for a second time. She hasn’t said a word because she’s too busy staring at my dick print. “I’m up here, kitten.”
In a rush to get to her, I almost kicked down the door with a towel wrapped around my waist. My erection is still pointing at Emma, wanting her to stop gawking at it and put it to use.
After a long delay, she finally catches herself and clears her throat. “I—what?” Another peek when I flex my hamstrings. “Stop distracting me, Miles!”
“Me? You’re the one over here either choking or sucking dick, Weezy Jefferson. I knocked to see if you’re okay.”
Her wide eyes contort her face.Someone’s angry. “You ask how I’m doingafteryou accuse me of having a penis in my mouth? Can’t I laugh at the TV without you high jumping to conclusions?”
Sure enough, an episode ofLiving Singleplays in the background. On the king-sized bed is a small spread of fruits and cured meat.
“Can I go back to minding my business, or do you want to check the closet for a man in hiding?”
My jaw clenches. She better not have a man in this fucking room. I need a release, but since my chivalrous ass gave up my spare room, that leaves my own, someone else’s, or one of those play areas in Ravenous. The first is out of the question. The second would require me to get dressed and go out, and the third would have me hunching over a woman in public, which isn’t my thing. Not usually, anyway.
Even if I did find someone to take the edge off, it won’t make me forget the woman who’s glaring at me for giving enough of a damn to do a wellness check.
I track the change in her breathing and the flush creeping up her neck. My interrupting one of Kyle and Max’s fights doesn’t have her this heated. Her nipples pebble under my gaze, and she conceals them with crossed arms.
If she hadn’t gotten into it with Carter tonight, I’d drop my towel so we could get into each other. But I gave Emma the room so she could have her own space, and apparently eat through her feelings in pajamas that seem impossible to get into, which means…
“What are you doing? There’s no one in the closet!”
“Hush.” I storm into the middle of the hotel room, grab the fruit tray, and head back to mine with a pissed-off woman on my tail.
“Aht, aht!” I spin on her, careful to keep my towel in place. “I’m hungry, and you have a whole Sam’s Club situation on that comforter. This is mine—and stop eyeing my dick!”
Her sharp inhale sends a shiver through her, one that parts her lips and triggers the pulse beating in her throat. Allowing her into my space was a bad idea.
She’s everywhere but under me.
I shut the door in her face and lock the only barrier keeping me from fucking her senseless. “Go to bed!”
“Did you just—” Her fist hits the door. “That’s my fruit tray!”
“Sharing is caring!”
“You’re an ass hair!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I settle on my bed, merely feet from the door that’s become a microphone for her insults. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Ooh, blackberries.”
“I rescind my invitation! I don’t want you there!”
“Too late!” I wrap my lips around a strawberry. “Ankles expects to see you with yourman.” The last word comes out in a nasally attempt to mock her. I crack up at Emma’s frustrated bang on the door and how quicky we’ve shifted from attraction to fury.
“You get on my damn nerves, Miles.”
“You’ll survive.”
