Page 109 of Act Like You Don't Care
I undid my seatbelt, grabbed him by the collar, and wrenched us close enough together that I could finally kiss him the way I’d been longing to for ages.
He tried to pull back at first, but I was still in pretty good shape for someone a million months pregnant and I wasn’t letting him get away.
Miles was a smart alpha and he picked up on my determination pretty quickly. That, or he’d been waiting to kiss me for a long time too. Whatever. I didn’t care, as long as his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were buried in my hair. All of a sudden, I’d gone from predator to prey, willingly captured. Hell, I’d thrown myself into that trap and I was absolutely content with it. At least until the small logical part of my brain stopped listening when I told it to shut up and reminded me that we were making out in full daylight in a parking lot, and I couldn’t jump him here in the SUV anyway.
Occasionally, I do have good ideas.
I broke the kiss and stared at him panting. “Get me home,” I ordered.
He traced the curve of my cheek. “This can’t be a one-off, Tam. If we do this, it needs to be the start of a long-term relationship thatisn’tjust co-parenting. You sure about this?”
“Do I have to hit you again?” I frowned at him, then smiled when he laughed and put the car in gear.
“Seat belt on,” he said maddeningly.
I sighed dramatically but did as he said. “This is only going to slow us down when we get there.”
“That’s what you think,” he replied with that growl in his voice again.
This time, I let myself enjoy the thrill that raced over my skin, and then I hung onto the door handle for dear life as he took us home at breakneck speed.
Tam
Iwas wrong about how much my seatbelt would delay us when we got to my house. It didn’t delay him at all. Me, I was a little slower rolling myself out of the passenger seat, but that was okay because Miles was right outside my door by the time I had both feet on the pavement. He pulled me hard against him and kissed me and somewhere in the distance I heard the slam of the door behind me and the beep of the SUV being locked and the alarm set.
The next thing I knew he was hustling me along the drive and up the steps to the front door. Not that I was reluctant at all, of course, but it did make me wonder when I’d lost control of the situation.
Time to show the alpha who was boss.
As soon as we got to the house, I shoved Miles up against the wall, pulling his shirt out of his pants and running my palms up the hard planes of his stomach. He buried his hands in my hair again and devoured my mouth, which made it hard for me to undo the buttons of his shirt. However, as my mother always said, the most difficult tasks are often the ones most worth doing. And Miles’s chest was certainly worth doing the work for.
“Keys,” I said breathlessly as he ravaged my neck. “We have to unlock the door.”
Miles growled in frustration and spun me around. I fumbled the keys out of my pocket, fighting for access past Miles, who was busy undoing the tie on the paternity pants I’d worn today. As soon as the door opened he pushed me through and then had to be hauled back so I could put the code in for the alarm. “Bedroom,” I gasped and chased him down the hall, trying to get one of my hands down the back of his pants while he hurried me along. We bounced off the wall by the door into the living room and lost ourselves in another long kiss.
I finally managed to get past the waistband of those fine wool trousers of his and ripped the button off the front. If I didn’t get him naked soon I was going to ruin those damn trousers for getting in my way.
“Tam!” He grabbed my hands and pinned me against the wall, then kissed me some more.
I caught his lower lip in my teeth and held on. “Take your shirt off,” I muttered and made him kiss me again before I’d let go.
Miles crowded me into a corner and kept me there by his sheer presence as he stripped his shirt away.
As soon as he let me, I made sure I wasn’t far behind him. My loose paternity pants thumped to the floor at about the same time as my t-shirt and I kicked them away along with my sneakers. “Why are you still wearing pants?” I complained.
“I was watching you,” he said. His gaze raked over my body. I could feel the heat of it, just as if he was stroking my skin. “You’re distracting.”
“Good. I like it when alphas say that about me.” I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and his arms as he stripped the rest of his clothing off, getting in the way more than helping. Not that I was trying to help, really. More so, I was just being greedy. He had a beautiful body.
He caught me by surprise and pinned me back against the wall. His hands were like lightning over my skin and his chest—where it could reach me past the swell of the baby—burned against mine. I bit at his lower lip again and laughed when he growled at me, then gasped as he tweaked one nipple hard enough to sting.
“Jerk,” I muttered, then bit him again. “Fuck me. Now.” Even when he shoved his thigh between mine, I couldn’t get enough contact with the baby in the way to properly rub up against him. I needed a hand down there, or his cock inside me. Something.
Nine fucking months of celibacy, I wasn’t waiting one moment longer than I had to. Before I had a chance to over-think things, I pulled him down to the floor beside me, the parquet wonderfully cool under my shoulders. This was better. Miles could press himself right up against my side and slide that leg in between mine at an angle. And if I wrapped my free leg over his, it gave me enough leverage to get a little friction going where it would do me the most good. I ground against him as well as the baby would allow and let myself sink deeper into the white-hot need that was quickly burning me up inside. The world disappeared except for Miles, his mouth leaving spots of warmth down my neck. He sucked hard on the center of my collarbone and it made my stomach shiver and my cock get harder when I realized that he was leaving a mark there.
He changed his position, trying to fit himself into the space between my thighs. I did what I could to help, but I think we must have both had the same thought at the same time—there was no way to get past this enormous child of ours. Not in our current positions.
Miles pushed himself back and then, with the expertise of a trained bodyguard, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees.Yes, good idea!I only had the tiniest window to be grateful for his training before he thrust himself home inside me and all my thoughts turned to mush.
