Page 83 of Loverboy

Then plummeted.

“Me too,” I rushed. “I want that too.”

“Want what?”

“To love you.”

A faint blush crept up his cheeks. He adjusted his glasses to hide it, but I could see the corners of his mouth tipped up behind his hand.

“Good.”

36

Milo

I PROMISED I’D behave. But it was hard.

So hard.

I stared up at the ceiling, blanket drawn up to my chest. My feet rubbed together anxiously, earning me an irritated glance from Jasper. The fleeting attention only made me hungry for more, and as his focus returned to the highlighted passages in a PDF reader on his phone, I cursed its existence in silence.

Course readings. Journal articles. The constant scrolling, pausing, and re-reading.

Wasn’t I more important?

I shifted, brushing my foot against his. He looked again, a brow raised. I was pushing my luck after I’d agreed not to get in the way if he stayed in bed next to me while he studied. When he ignored my bid for attention again, I turned onto my side and rested my head on his forearm. He shook me off, my head rolling back onto the cool pillow.

He hated me.

“Are you finished?” I mumbled.

“No,” he said sternly.

“It’s been hours.”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Same thing.”

He heaved an exasperated sigh.

The alarm bells were already going off in my head, signalling that I was doing too much—being too much. I ignored them, a slave to my own impulses.

I pulled the blankets over my head and got lower on the bed, situating myself between his legs and resting my head on his thigh. He reached under the blankets with his free hand and began stroking my hair.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked, able to be vulnerable with my face out of view.

He didn’t answer.

Frustrated, I lifted my head and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his joggers and underwear, tugging them downward. With my head covered, it was dark, but I could still see the way his stomach sucked in as I exposed more and more of his skin.

He didn’t stop me.

“You’re distracting me,” he groused.

I just wanted to be close. I wanted to be held, touched, kissed. I had to be sure he hadn’t stopped needing me as desperately as I needed him in the last five minutes. I needed to be under his skin, to be the blood pumping through his veins with every beat of his heart.

I kissed his hip bone, my heart swelling with the way his cock twitched at the attention. It spurred me on, and I kissed lower, raking my nails over his thighs and stopping just short of the rapidly hardening length at their apex. There, I nuzzled against him, the coarse hair at his base gently scraping my skin.