between them. “What are you doing?” he asked softly. “You know this is a bad idea.” And yet he didn’t immediately stuff some space between them. If anything his entire body appeared drawn taut and ready.
“Do I?” She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. “Does this feel bad?”
“ Depends on your definition of bad.” His arms tightened around her drawing her close. He stared down at her, losing himself for just a moment in her gaze. “Jesus, Dani, what are you doing to me?”
“The same thing that you do to me,” she admitted in a breathless whisper before sealing her mouth to his for a kiss that electrified every nerve ending and sent her brain scuttling for shelter. His tongue gently met hers in an exploratory journey that was both reluctant and urgent as if he were fighting his own desire and that was just fine with her because she understood his dual tendencies and matched it with her own. “I’ve missed you, Miles,” she said against his mouth, fighting the tears that immediately sprung to her eyes. His grip tightened and a small groan escaped as she felt the hardened ridge of his cock pressing against her groin, igniting a small fire inside her belly. Her hand crept into the lazy waves of his hair and caught a grip, drawing him even nearer to her. She wanted to devour him, to make him a part of her so she’d never feel alone again. Their kiss changed in tempo and went from gentle to urgent and Dani lost all sense of reason. She wanted to feel him inside her, to know his touch again, and no amount of good sense was going to intrude on her most ardent desire. With her free hand, she found his cock and rubbed it through his board shorts, delighting in the familiar feel of his cock against her palm. It was as if time hadn’t passed and they were as they’d always been, except that tingling sense of discovery was still there. Their tongues danced, sliding along each other, tasting and teasing in a sensual tango that fired her blood and served as a stark reminder that every moment without Miles had been lacking in soul. But too soon, Miles began to put on the brakes, slowing his sensual attack until finally, they were apart, both breathing heavily and wondering what the next step would be between them. Dani could only hope that he would sweep her up in his arms and make love to her the way he used to but she knew in her heart of hearts that she was hoping for the impossible.
“Dani…” he said, releasing her and taking a step back, his expression haunted. “We shouldn’t…”
She bit her lip, holding back her sharp disappointment but managed to nod in false agreement. “You’re right. I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay,” he said, hands on hips as he tried to shake free from the sexual haze between them. “It’s the heat…short circuits the brain.” He took a moment before asking, “We good?”
“Yeah, of course,” she assured him with a shaky smile then, because she wanted to run away and cry, grabbed her beach towel and sprinted for the water. No, it wasn’t okay. It’d never be okay without Miles. And he wouldn’t take her back if she were the last person on earth. She was a broken toy — mangled and abused — without any hope of being whole again. Of course he didn’t think it was wise to hook up with her. Jesus Christ…who would? Without waiting to see if he followed, she dropped the towel in the sand and then dove into the gentle surf.
Maybe with any luck she’d drown.
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Miles watched Dani dive into the water and swim with strong, solid strokes away from him and he knew in his soul that she was hurting inside. He’d rejected her. Was there any worse humiliation? If only he could tell her that pushing her away was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, maybe it would lessen the sting. His cock began to soften when it realized nothing was going to happen but he could still feel the lingering aftereffects of that intense