Page 38 of Quarantined
I needed this. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough. I need more. So much more. I grab her ass and lift her, cueing her to wrap her legs around me. My mouth is devouring hers as I rub against her.
Suddenly, I feel Raven freeze. She stops responding to my kisses. Tearing myself away from her mouth, I lean back to speculate. Her eyes are down, looking at where our groins are connected, on top of our clothing. She can feel my hardness. It must have zapped her back to reality.
The spell is broken!
I slowly settle her back down on her feet. Raven doesn’t meet my eyes as I stare at her for a long moment, quietly studying her face.
Shit.
I forgot all of my boundaries and reservations. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I just missed her so damn much. I fucked up.
“I think I am going to lie down. I am exhausted from the flight,” Raven doesn’t meet my eyes, as she grabs her backpack and walks up the stairs, leaving her big suitcase by the door.
I nod, unable to formulate a word. Classic Raven. She gets overwhelmed with foreign emotions during heavy situations. She always needs a few minutes to gather herself.
Over the years, Reid, Mia and I have learned to give her space till she can sort shit out in her head. She likes to compartmentalize and analyze situations at her own speed. She does not like confrontations, always preferring flight over fight.
For now, I need to give her space. We can talk after she gets a chance to think. At least she is running upstairs, not to another country.
Walking to the living room, I sit back down on the sofa. I try watching some television, turn my computer back on to work on the app, anything I can think of to distract myself.
After an hour, I am out of ideas and patience. I have waited as long as I can. Grabbing her suitcase, I carry it up the stairs and roll it to her room. I knock unsurely on her door.
“Rave,” I call out as I push the door to her room open, to step inside.
Silence.
She is sprawled in the middle of the bed with a comforter on.Is she really sleeping after what just happened?
I move towards her until I’m sitting on the bed next to her unconscious body. I brush my thumb over the apple of her cheek, entranced at the sight of her.
“Milo?” Raven’s eyes are barely open.
“Hey.”
“W-what’s going on?” Raven says in a disoriented voice.
“I wanted to bring your suitcase up. Are you hungry? Wanna come downstairs for dinner?” It’s a silly request. What I really want to do is curl up in that bed with her.
Raven blinks. She looks like she is ready to go back to sleep, her eyelids are so heavy.
“If you are still tired, you can go back to sleep.”
I just want to lie down next to her and feel her in my arms.Against my better judgment, I trail my hand along the edge of her face, down to her jaw. Raven draws in a shuddering breath. My hand moves down to her arms, feeling her goosebumps as I go along.
Fuck it. I am going to do it.
Pulling a pillow next to her, I lean down and lift Raven slightly. Nudging a sleepy Raven onto my chest, I lay us both down on to the pillow.
1 Mississippi… 2 Mississippi… 3
No protests from Raven. Looking down, Raven’s eyes are already closed, drifting back to sleep.
As she sleeps, my eyes move over her face slowly. Her red lips are slightly parted, bottom one wet and jutting out. Her long lashes are fanning her rosy cheeks. It looks like she took off her makeup in a rush, before hitting the hay. Some of her mascara is smudged on her eyelids. Her hair is in complete disarray, sticking out from all ends.
She is so strikingly beautiful.
I have had sex with more women than I care to count. Beautiful women. I have hooked up with models and socialites’ daughters. They are all tall, skinny, perfect complexion. Keeping with New York City traditions, they all present themselves in well put together designer outfits. None of them hold a candle to Raven when she dresses up, especially when she dresses up in aTheressa Beckett Special.
