My hips rolled. Once, twice.
But then he was grabbing me at my sides, pulling me up until I lost contact with his hard desire.
A grumble started to form.
But then his head dipped.
And he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
My vision went white.
A breathless, trembling gasp escaped me as his tongue began to circle me.
My body responded helplessly, greedily, arching backward to press into his mouth.
The faint scrape of teeth caused a slow, yearning throb of want that had me aching for friction to ease of the sharp ache of my need.
But Milo only released me to move across my chest and continue the exquisite torture.
“Milo,” I whimpered, not sure what I was asking for but needing it like I did my next breath.
Thankfully, Milo didn’t intend to torment me forever. His head lifted, his lips claiming mine again.
Then his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me tight against his body.
He shifted forward.
Then he got to his feet, holding me against him as he turned and walked toward the bedroom.
Anticipation sizzled.
My lips tore from his, trailing down his jaw, then his neck.
That rumble moved through him again as he angled his head to allow me more access.
I explored him with my lips and tongue and the scrape of my teeth until we reached the bed.
Milo hinged forward, making me cling to him as the world fell away behind me.
“I’ve got you,” he assured me just before my back met the mattress.
I released my hold on him and he pulled back to look down at me, the heat in his gaze scorching me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyelids heavy with need.
His hands went to his belt, working it free.
But I didn’t want him to have all the fun.
I folded up, shrugging off the robe, then reaching upward to work his shirt buttons free, one by one. Beneath my touch, his muscles tensed as more skin appeared.
Then he pulled off his shirt.
And my focus was on his button and zipper.
I pushed his slacks down.
Before they could even reach the floor, his boxer briefs were down as well.
