The air between us crackles, as if we’ve been doing this back-and-forth for months instead of just days. My knee bounces lightly under the table, pure, excited energy, while my heart races with something deeper than lust—a warm, fluttering hope that this could bemore.
Suddenly, Milo reaches across the table and picks up a juicy piece of pineapple from my plate with his fingers. Without a word, he leans forward and slowly rubs it against my lower lip, tracing the curve of it.
My breath catches as I part my lips for him, allowing him to slide the piece into my mouth. I close my lips around it—and around his fingers—my lashes fluttering as I suck gently, tasting the sweet juice mixed with his warm skin.
I swirl my tongue around his fingertips, savoring the moment, before slowly releasing them with a soft pop. A tiny drop of pineapple juice clings to the corner of my lip, and Milo’s gaze darkens as he watches me lick it away.
We finish the rest of breakfast with stolen glances and small talk. When we’re done, I stand to clear the dishes. I’ve barely picked up the first plate when Milo moves behind me, his arms sliding around my waist, and pulling me flush against his chest.
I let out a soft breath as he presses a kiss to the side of my neck, right where my pulse is fluttering wildly. He doesn’t rush but kisses me like he’s savoring the taste of my skin the same way I savored the pineapple on his fingers.
One hand splays across my stomach beneath his shirt, holding me close, while the other brushes my hair aside so he can trail open-mouthed kisses just beneath my ear.
“You’re going to be the death of me this morning,” he murmurs against my skin. His breath sends goosebumps racing down my spine.
I tilt my head to look at him. “You started it with the pineapple.”
He chuckles quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. “Couldn’t help myself. You looked too pretty sitting there, all sleepy and glowing from last night.”
I melt a little, leaning back into his chest as my heart does that stupid fluttering thing again. “You’re getting dangerously romantic, Milo.”
“Maybe I just kept it hidden before,” he replies, kissing me again before reluctantly letting me go. “Now go shower before I bend you over this table and fuck every last bit of restraint out of you.”
I bite my lip, my gaze dropping shamelessly to the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants. “Want to shower with me?”
He grunts, his jaw clenching. “Sienna.”
I grin and step back, walking backward and teasing him with every step. “Take that as a no… which is a shame. But Idohave three vibrators that’ll pleasure me just as much as you would.”
That does it.
His restraint snaps.
In three powerful strides, he’s on me, pinning me against the nearest wall. He grabs both my wrists in one large hand and pushes them above my head, trapping me effortlessly as his body presses flush against mine.
“You’re making it really fucking hard to keep myself in control right now, Sienna,” he growls, peppering my jaw andneck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver.
I hum softly, tilting my head to give him better access. “Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself when it comes to me.”
He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me. The gray is almost entirely swallowed by black, raw hunger burning in his gaze. Then he crashes his mouth against mine in a devouring kiss.
What follows is a dizzying blur of hands, steam, and desperate need.
He fucks me hard against the shower tiles while somehow managing to wash my body and hair—his fingers massaging my scalp with surprising gentleness one moment, then gripping my wet strands tightly the next as he thrusts into me with deep, powerful strokes.
The contrast makes my head spin.
He spins me without warning, pressing my cheek against the cool tiles as he takes me from behind, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip. Hot water cascades over us, turning everything slick and steamy.
Each thrust pushes me higher. I cry out his name as my fingers scrape the grout, my orgasm crashing through me, leaving me shaking and gasping.
By the time we finally step out of the shower, my legs are trembling so badly I can barely stand.
Milo wraps a towel around me first, gentle despite the intensity of what we just did, then loosely ties one around his waist. He pulls me against his chest with a low, satisfied chuckle that sends a shiver through me.
“Still think your vibrators could do better?” he murmurs against my wet hair.
I can barely form words, but my head shakes as a lazy smile spreads across my lips, and I burrow deeper into his chest. We stay like that for what feels like a lifetime.
