And then the moment you do—you can’t imagine a life without being right next to them—without being on the same team. Did I even exist before Milo? I was breathing—but I wasn’t alive. I was functioning—but I wasn’t truly living.
“I promise.” I kissed her soft lips again. “I promise to go slow, Milo. You deserve the perfect night.”
“I do,” she agreed, making me laugh, “deserve the perfect night.”
I nodded as her fingers started playing with the hair at the back of my head. Damn those nails felt hot.
“But”—she pressed her body harder against me. No doubt she knew it wasn’t my stomach that was hurting anymore—“if you don’t get me naked within the next five minutes I’m going to attack you and it won’t be pretty. I mean look at Jason, I was trying to be helpful and he’s in the hospital.” She bit down gently on my lower lip, then whispered, “No telling what’s going to happen when I start attacking the man I love.” She bit again.
“God, I want to be wrecked by you.” I shuddered.
With a laugh she pinched my ass and pressed an open-mouthed kiss across my lips. Her tongue snuck out, licking the seam, making me want to weep a bit. “So what are you waiting for?”
“Nothing.” I swore. “No more waiting.”
“Colt?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re hesitating.”
“No, I’m not.” I slowly traced the outline of her face with my fingertips. “I’m just thinking.”
“What about?”
“You.”
“And?”
“How damn beautiful you’ll look in a few hours—and knowing that I’m going to be the one to put that look on your face. Yeah, I guess I’m thinking about that face and how I’m luckier than hell that I get to wake up to it every morning and fall asleep to it every night.”
“Colt—”
Without letting her get one more word in, I captured her lips with mine. They were so warm—already swollen—and tasted so good I wanted to hang out there for a while, just holding those lips captive, then slowly moving down to the rest of her body. If kissing her made me want to explode, my mind couldn’t even comprehend what would happen once she was mine.
Once our bodies were joined.
I moved my hands to the back of her dress and slowly unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor, careful not to remove my mouth from hers lest I really actually die.
Milo stepped out of the dress, heels still on. Hell, yeah, she was going to have to keep those. I couldn’t see them, but sometimes an imagination is a scary thing.
She surprised the hell out of me when she reached out and lifted my shirt over my head, then slowly grazed the front of my chest with her nails.
Holy shit, I was going to pass out before we even started.
Her hands moved to the front of my pants. She hesitated, so I covered them with mine and urged her on. “Aw, Milo, getting shy?”
She jerked the pants down so hard I was almost castrated—okay, so maybe her innocence wasn’t such a good thing in that type of situation.
“Careful,” I hissed.
“Oh, sorry,” she said in an innocent voice. “Did I hurt you?”
“You did that on purpose.”
“You were getting cocky.”
“Kind of the point,” I fired back and then stopped when her hands reached my boxers and slid them off.
Heels, heels, heels, she was still in high heels. I kind of felt like singing—in fact singing would be a good idea because then hopefully I would last longer than five seconds when our bodies were pressed together.
Milo’s breath was hot on my stomach as she leaned down in front of me and then stood.
“Tease.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said hoarsely and then tried stepping away from me.
“Not so fast.” I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walked her toward the bed. “You think you can just tease and retreat, is that it?”
“That’s kind of been the definition of our relationship, Colt,” she whispered and then let out a little moan when I dipped my hands into her bra and cupped her breasts, pulling the lacy torture device away from her soft body.
“Tease and retreat.” I massaged.
“Uh-huh.” She whimpered. “I mean, what?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Is—oh, that feels, really, really—”
“Milo?”
“Yes?”
“All right, if you say so.” I pulled my hands away from her body, feeling the loss like a punch to the gut, and sat up.
“Where are you going?”
“Just giving you a little taste.” I reached for the rest of her clothing—which thank God was only her underwear—and very slowly pulled it off, throwing it onto the floor.
“Taste?” she whimpered.
“Tease and retreat.” I licked her foot.
She tried to jerk away; I pressed her legs against the bed and licked the inside of her calf, then kissed her knee. “Damn, you have beautiful knees, you know that?”
“Colton!” She clenched the comforter in her hands.
“Yes?”
“Just—”
I kissed the inside of her thigh.
“I’m going to kill you.”