“I’d love to have a discussion…with our bodies.”
Milo tackles me and climbs into my lap before I can get my wits about me. He loops his arms around my neck, then we’re eye level, and those grays inch lower by the second.
He’s going to kiss me. I’m going to have Milo’s lips on me again.
And I don’t stop him.
Or try to push him off.
I easily could, as he weighs barely anything against my legs. But I don’t. Instead, I get lost in his clear gray eyes as his face gets closer until our lips are touching.
Everything else goes still besides the electricity thrumming underneath my skin. It’s the same as the last time wekissed. My senses are filled with his sweet scent and the warmth of him.
Milo caresses my tongue with his, and I’m instantly hard. I’ve never popped a boner from just a couple of kisses before, but Milo has me trained like Pavlov’s dog.
One touch of his lips, and my cock is keyed up like a fucking cannon.
I’m gripping his hips, my hands straining with the effort of trying not to hurt him. It’s hard when Milo seems to be all but melting into me. He presses against me until our bodies match up without an inch of space in between us, and then I feel it.
His cock is probably as hard as mine, and I get flashes from earlier today.
Of naked Milo, lying on top of me, and my clothes the only layer that existed between us. I had almost given in to my desires then—like I’msofucking tempted to now—but the nagging voice in the back of my head won’t turn off.
We can’t.
I try to nudge Milo off me, but he’s clinging, sucking on my bottom lip. He finally releases it with a pop. His eyes are starlight when our gazes meet for a quick second, then he’s at my neck and licking a stripe to my ear that almost makes me lose all reason.
Almost.
“W-wait, Milo, stop. Where is all this coming from?” I manage to ask.
Milo sucks on my ear, and my cock twitchesverydisobediently.
My self-restraint can only go so far…
I grab Milo by the shoulders and sit him straight, so his dangerous lips are nowhere near me. His eyes are wide with confusion, while I’m huffing to catch my breath.
“W-why are you kissing me? I thought we agreed to be friends?”
The question is more of a plea than anything else. I need him to reaffirm the line between us.
The one that we can’t cross.
Milo’s brows flick into a frown. “I thought you said it worked?”
“I—”
Now I’m the one frowning, because where the hell is this conversation going?
“Are you talking about your grand plan? I guess it did work, but what does it have to do with this? Withus?”
Milo’s lips hook up into another dashing smile that almost makes me forget why I’m trying so hard to push him away whenallI want is the opposite.
He slides a hand against my chest, directly over my heart. He can probably feel how fast the thing’s beating for him, calling out to him as subtly as a bullhorn.
“It haseverythingto do with us. My plan worked. I managed to wrangle my way into your heart through your stomach,” Milo murmurs softly.
He’s smiling so deeply, his eyes are crescents of gray.
