Page 59 of Worth Loving You

A gasp hitched my throat, a shudder rolling down my spine.

He chuckled, spinning around once more. “Goodnight, kitten. See you in the morning.”

His bedroom door shut, and I was surrounded by silence. Jealousy consuming me, I jogged back to the bedroom, creeping inside to not wake Milo. I stood at the side of the bed, twining my fingers, raking my sight along him in the darkness.

He was lying on his back, one arm above his head, the other stretched out to the side where I had been earlier. His right leg was bent, the foot tucking beneath the left leg straight. Naked, the shadows filled the dips of his muscles, his cock pressed against an inner thigh.

I strolled around the foot of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, kissing the side of his ribs, working my way up to his Adam’s apple.

He groaned, rolled his head away from me, whispered my name, and then rolled back.

My heart skipped. That was my name he called in his sleep, not one of the other women. He loved me. Wyatt was wrong. That may have been who Milo used to be, but things were different now. He was in love this time. He would cut off the affairs and commit to me. I knew it.

“Milo,” I whispered.

His leg straightened, the arm above his head lowering to rub his torso. “Mm.”

“Milo?”

The corner of his mouth curled. I kissed his lips and he groaned, “Mm, Chazzy.”

“Milo,” I called a third time, raising my voice just a bit.

His brows furrowed and then smoothed, his Adam’s apple moving. His lashes fluttered and then lifted, blinking a few times before stilling in a squinted position.

“Baby girl?” he wheezed, filling his lungs with air. Heaving it through his nose, he rubbed at his eye, the stretched arm curling around me. “What’s wrong? You okay? Did you have another nightmare?”

“No, n-no.”

“What time is it?”

“Late, I just…I…” Gulping, I was terrified of what I was about to do. I had never put myself in such a vulnerable state before. How was I supposed to do this?

“I…love you.”

His lids snapped wide, his nostrils flared out. “What?” he barked, loud and clear, no traces of sleep remaining.

My chin bowed with humiliation, my fingertips making tiny circles on his ribs. “I…do, I-I…l-love you.”

“Look at me.”

I cringed, moving my fingers to tap at my forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Now.”

Taking a ragged breath, I licked my lips, whimpered, and tipped my head.

He was grinning brightly, his eyes sparkling even in the darkness. “I love you, too.”

Excitement burst throughout my veins, making me giggle foolishly.

He held my cheek and shook his head. “Goddamn, I don’t know what the hell happened, but in just over a month’s time, you made me fall head over heels, baby girl. I have never fallen so hard or so fast. You’re the one for me, I know it.”

My knuckles raked up his chin to his ear where my fingers uncurled to lay on his cheek. “I feel good about us.”

His smile wavering, he held my chin between his thumb and index. “I’m going to marry you one of these days. It’s far too soon now, but one day, you’ll be Chastity Pampinella.”

I bit my bottom lip, vibrating with exhilaration. “I do like the way that sounds.”