I started from his shoulders. I placed my palms in the dip of his collarbones, smoothing down over his chest. Mylo tensed when my hands got to his belly.
“Chill,” I ordered.
He took an unsteady breath. The tension released.
My dick twitched as I ran my hands over his soft belly. I loved the way it spilled over his pants. I bit my tongue before I got too hard, but it was too late. Mylo definitely felt my raging boner since I sat on top of him.
The more I touched him, the more Mylo relaxed. His skin warmed up beneath my palms. As his temperature rose, something else did, too.
Something directly under my ass.
I grinned. “Getting hard, huh?”
He made a tiny noise of embarrassment. “S-sorry.”
“Hey. What did I say?” I warned.
He zipped it.
I hooked a finger beneath the waistband of his ridiculous oversized jeans. Mylo went still. I watched his face, suspicious he’d pipe up about keeping his pants on, but my previous warning silenced him.
“Now, these are a problem,” I said, lifting the excess fabric. “Let’s take them off, too.”
“But then I’ll just be in my underwear!” Mylo complained.
I licked my lips. “Mm, that sounds fun.”
Mylo let out a defeated sigh. “There’s no changing your mind, is there?”
“Nope. Time to strip.”
I wriggled Mylo out of his gigantic jeans—which was less wriggling and more like shucking corn—and tossed the useless pants on the ground.
“Why do you wear that oversized crap anyway?” I asked.
“Er... I can’t tell you, since you enacted that rule about self-deprecation.”
I rolled my eyes. “Put it on pause for a sec. I officially decree you can answer my question.”
“Promise you won’t bite my fingers off?”
“Promise.”
Mylo fidgeted on the bed. “Um... the bigger clothes hide my body. That’s all.”
My lips curled into a snarl. “That’s it.”
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t get mad!” Mylo cried.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not mad,” I reassured him as I hopped off the bed. “Just taking care of something.”
Mylo watched in confusion as I picked up his torn shirt and discarded jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What needs to be done.”
Before Mylo could ask further questions, I inhaled deeply, summoned a breath of fire, and incinerated the clothes. They burnt to a crisp and disintegrated.
