I remembered then what Dante said about feedback. Could it hurt to listen to him?
“Yes,” I confessed. “So much.”
Brady hadn’t been big on kissing, in or out of bed, so right now I felt spoiled.
Milo laughed again, treating me to another indulgent kiss, the length of his tongue sliding against mine, then along my lower lip, until he finally kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, up to my ear.
I was squirming by the time he got to my neck, drinking down the happy sounds Milo was making the whole time, like this was the best thing that’d ever happened to him. It was definitely the best thing that’d ever happened tome.
“Still having fun?” Milo asked against my skin.
I nodded, and then realized he couldn’t see me, and managed a breathless “yeah,” as he pushed the hem of my t-shirt up and splayed one of the hands I’d been fantasizing about for months over my stomach.
The problem with trying to give positive feedback was that I’d forgotten most of the words I knew at this point, since almost none of my blood was in my brain anymore.
“Good,” Milo said, tilting his head up to kiss my mouth again, softly this time. Shy, I might’ve said, if my t-shirt wasn’t rucked up and my jeans weren’t hanging open and I wasn’t tenting my boxer-briefs.
I might’ve said shy anyway, but if itwas, then that was hot, too. Milo was so hot. I could hardly believe he was real, I half-expected him to vanish any minute now.
“You’re so hot,” I said, for lack of anything more inventive coming to mind.
That was the other thing Dante was right about. Words were not my greatest skill.
But the shy little smile that spread over Milo’s face was a better reward than I’d earned before for just blurting out the first thought that came into my head.
“You keep saying that,” Milo bit his lip, glancing at me under lowered eyelashes. I knew it wasn’t on purpose now, but it was still hard to believe he was just naturally like this. Especially since no one had snapped him up.
“I keep thinking it,” I said. “And my brain-to-mouth filter is more like a sieve.”
Milo laughed, and I couldn’t resist pulling him down for another kiss, sure now that he wouldn’t say no, or roll his eyes, or laugh at me for being needy or clingy. Milo would kiss me as much as I wanted.
Which was a lot.
“Off,” Milo said, tugging at my shirt again, dragging it against oversensitive skin until I had to sit up to help him yank it off over my head. He was still completely dressed, his jacket a little rumpled and one corner of the sweater he was wearing under it hitched up so I could see where his shirt was tucked into his pants, but otherwise fully clothed.
I’d had fantasies about this, too. Ever since I’d seen one of Milo’s perfect shirt cuffs in a photo.
My gaze dropped to where Milo’s tailored pants weren’t doing anything to hide how much fun he was having right now, and I grinned.
“See something you like?” he teased, like I had earlier.
Now it was my turn to nod helplessly. I liked all of it. Every inch.
And based on what I was seeing right now, Seth’s math wasn’t far off.
Milo looked me up and down, the pink tip of his tongue just barely darting out to wet his lips. I watched him extend one hand, and then the other, spreading them over my stomach and stroking the skin there, making me squirm. He could touch me anywhere he wanted.
I grinned up at him as he bent down to kiss me again, threading my fingers into his hair. We could have just done this, I thought. Just kissed and touched, maybe with a few less layers on Milo’s part, and I would’ve been happy. All I wanted right now was to be here with him, and a handful of days ago I wouldn’t have believed I’d ever get my wish.
All the same, my heartbeat picked up a notch or two when he started nuzzling his way down my neck. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d said before we fed the kittens.
“This still okay?” he asked, as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Absolutely,” I said. “But you don’t have to.”
Milo snorted. “I want to,” he said. “You maybe somehow haven’t noticed the whole oral fixation thing?”
Well, now that he mentioned it…
