The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 47 - The Return

Miles positioned his hands on my waist and lied back into the pillow. I was straddling him, and it was the best feeling ever. 

Can guys get tired of making out? Does he want something more than this? Oh oh course he does! He's a male, he has a dick. I'm not ready for that though. I've hardly experienced anything sexual in my life time apart from with Dylan but there was no consent with that. Let's just say, I find it hard to trust people since that party. 

"You're okay?" Miles pushed me away a little so there was only a centimetre of distance between us. 

"Yes." I whispered to him but sealed my lips back down onto his.

Every since he showed up at my bedroom door, I have had this sudden charge to want him more than ever. There is just something so attractive about a hot guy showing up outside your bedroom. It gives you some kind of high, the ability to feel like you can do anything. 

For me, anything but sex. 

In one swift move, Miles flipped me over and straddled me. His hand gently went under my top and started to make it's way up to my breast.

Yea, I can do that. 

He fiddled around with the cup of my bra until his hand found what he was aiming for. Whilst he was doing that, I brought my hand up to the bottom of his shirt and placed my hands on his muscular back. Everything about his body is so perfect, so defined. It's impossible not to touch it. Now I think about all those girls who would kill to be in my position right now, it gives me the feeling to want to do more and more with him. 

But I'm just not ready. 

With the same hand that was over my breast, it travelled down my stomach, over my hip bone and paused at the elastic of my bed shorts. Maybe too far? I want too take things slow but at the same time, I don't want to bore him with my frigidness. As my great friend Milly told me, it's okay to be frigid. 

As his fingers went under my shorts, I grabbed his hand and moved it away.

"Sorry." I whispered. "I'm just not ready for that kind of stuff just yet." I winced and cringed at myself. Oh great, he's going to think I am just some self conscious mess who won't do anything. 

"It's okay, I'm sorry, I don't want you too feel pressured at all." He said back to me, soothing me. Miles sat up and collapsed next to me. "Cuddle?" He asked. I grinned back at him and turned away from him so he was behind me. His arm fell loosely over my waist and the other under my head.  

One step at a time, we will get there. I still need to get used to him being my boyfriend. 

The alarm clock screamed in my ears. Recently, I've been such a heavy sleeper that the alarm has probably been going off for hours now, I just haven't heard it. 

"Fuck off." A low voice vibrated though my ear drum from behind me. 

"I'll go then." I sniggered, gently kicking backwards at his leg. 

"Not you, you can stay in bed." I could feel him grinning from behind. His hand was under my top but over my waist. His skin touching mine makes this moment way more intimate. On that note, his muscular body crawled over mine to the other side of the bed. Next thing I knew was his fist banging hard on the poor metal alarm. 

"Fucking hell, that thing is like a wining child." He sat up on his knees and brushed his fingers through his hair. 

He is so attractive right now. The sun is hitting him perfectly from the window, he could almost look like Edward Cullen when he glows.