The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 61 - Bedroom Antics

His lips crashed into mine as he pushed his body into me as we reversed into the bedroom. His hands had a tight grip on my waist which was urging me to walk back faster just so I could collapse onto the bed. There was a mixture of gentleness but lust in his actions which drove me to want him more. 

"Fuck." He whispered whilst his lips were still on mine. His breath was warm and made my hairs stand on end with each movement. 

We came back from Billy's party about ten minutes ago. After seeing Dylan, I wasn't in the best of moods so Miles was adamant that he took me home. We were in the Aspen house for about five minutes until we were practically glued to each other. We managed to make it up the narrow staircase and now we are here, our lips and bodies locked together, both urging for each other. 

He leant back a little and placed his hands a little further down so he could get access to the bottom of what the label said was a dress. I think napkin would suit it better. 

"Bloody hell." He said to himself, as he pulled the dress up over my curves. Luckily I pre-prepared and wore matching underwear so there wouldn't be any embarrassments. "You're beautiful." He sighed. "How the hell has no guys wanted to rip your clothes off ?" His head shook side to side but then looked up at me as we both thought of one person who we know wanted to rip my clothes off. 

I think his name has been said enough tonight, but yes, Dylan. 

Miles carried on pulling the dress up, over my breasts and finally over my head. Once the dress was off, he stood back and took a look at me before closing in on me again and gently pushing me down onto the bed. 

"You ok?" He said, his eyebrows slightly creasing. "You aren't saying much."

I brought my hands up to his face and stroked his light stubble. "Just thinking." 

"Are you ok with this?" He looked nervous for my response but I immediately put him out of his misery.

"Yes." I was adamant.  

"Sure?"

"Yes, Miles." I grinned and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. 

With that, he leant over me and arched my back up towards him so he could have access to the hooks of my bra. He swiftly unclipped it with just one hand and released it from me. I got a feeling of satisfaction but also a feeling of embarrassment as my whole chest is currently exposed to him. 

Miles Webb. 

I need to keep replaying in my mind that he is, in fact, my boyfriend. This is what couples do, this is what couples are meant to see. 

He looked down at my breast and back up at me. I heat wave came through me as the butterflies went into panic mode. Does he not like what he is seeing? What happens if he doesn't want to do this anymore?

"Wow." He simply said. I took a deep breath out and couldn't help but to snigger a little. "What?" There was also a hint of amusement in his tone. 

"I always think that the worst is going to happen but then the complete opposite happens." I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"You are beautiful Georgia, stunning." 

As he looked me in the eyes, he brought his hand up to cup one of my breasts and gently squeezed. I looked down to see a faint scar on his fist, obviously from where he punched Dylan. They have both been scared and it's all because of me. I just hope that next time Dylan has his whole skull broken, not just his nose. 

He deepened the pressure of his touch as he leant down to kiss me. It was a soft delicate kiss, as he matched the pace of the movements from his hand. A second later, he knelt up between my legs and started to unbutton his jeans.