Page 49 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

Milo Hayes likes my boobs.

A ripple of excitement rushes through me at that thought. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m good enough to eat and he’s preparing to devour me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like this. Or that the anticipation of it isn’t killing me. Because the idea of Milo touching me—like that—equally thrills and scares the shit out of me.

“I almost don’t know where to start,” he says, his voice suddenly an octave lower than usual. He steps in closer, leaving only enough room for his arm to reach up, skimming a knuckle over my nipple. “They’re just so beautiful. Just like you.”

My knees wobble as he does it again. Pleasure shoots straight to my core with each flick, making my thoughts come in and out of focus, like a radio when you reach the end of its range. I hold my breath, not wanting him to stop, but unable to find the word to voice that he should keep going. All I can do is pray that he can telepathically understand me.

Switching from knuckle to thumb, the contrast of smooth skin to calloused pad jolts me all over again. My eyes fly shut, a single happy chuckle from Milo filling the air, swirling around me. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. And all he’s done is toy with my nipples.

Milo rolls one nipple between two fingers, then pinches. I wince, the quick bite of pain slicing through the pleasure, almost taking away from it.

“So we don’t like that…”

Oh shit. “No, no, it’s okay⁠—”

“Not if you don’t like it, Bren,” he whispers, leaning down so his mouth is right next to my ear. “You reacted when I did that, and not in the way I want you to. You prefer this, huh?”

He flicks again, this time faster than before. The lightning returns to my core, and my knees wobble again. There’s no hiding my reaction, my whole body giving in to the feeling.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. Milo has no idea how much I want to be his girl right now. Or always, come to think of it.

He continues to play, going from side to side and even doubling up at one point. I’m all but a puddle, putty in his hand, ready and willing to do whatever he wants. Milo could ask me to sign over my life savings or rob a bank and I’d do it.

“So what would happen if I did this…”

I don’t even have time to process what this could be. Milo drops his head down and has his mouth on me so fast, it has to be a land speed record. And fuuuuuuck…if I thought his fingers felt good, then I had no idea what was coming.

Hell, at the rate he’s going, it’s going to be me. I’m the one who’s going to be coming.

His tongue dances across my nipples, fluttering across them the same way his finger did, and my hands fly to his head. Partially because I want to keep him there, and partly because I need to hold on if I’m going to keep standing. God help me if he⁠—

“Ahh!”

Despite my grip, Milo switches sides, and then sucks. Hard. It’s all I can do to breathe. I had no idea my breasts were this sensitive. They never have been in the past. Or maybe I simply haven't been with someone as talented as Milo. Someone who cared enough about figuring out what I liked and what revved my engine.

Milo looks up at me, his blue eyes sparking in the dark, and heat rushes up my body. The July heat is strong, even at night, but it’s nothing compared to this. To all the things he and that mouth of his are making me feel. Experience.

I cry out again, but this time Milo pulls away. Confusion creeps in as he straightens up. I didn’t want him to stop, and I hope I didn’t do something to make him think I did. Although, he’s still staring me down like I’m a cold beer after a day of manual labor, so maybe not.

Wordlessly, he reaches for the button on my shorts, flicking them open. I shift, my hands reaching for them, wanting to help.

“Nuh-uh. I got this.”

And he does.

Slowly lowering the zipper, taking his time so that I feel each of the teeth unclick, Milo licks his lips. I mirror the move, unsure what else to do. I’m about to be fully on display for him. This time on purpose. And I desperately want him to like what he sees.

Strong hands dip into my shorts, lowering them. He leaves my panties in place, and I’m suddenly thankful that I wore a matching set for once in my life. Whatever the feeling was this morning that made me want to feel sexy and cute was spot-on. Good thing I listened.

I step out of my shorts, a whole new set of nerves taking over. Holy shit, I’m standing in front of Milo in nothing but my panties. He runs a hand along my side—from my ankle all the way up my body—then cups my chin. Then he leans down and kisses me.

It’s soft, gentle, and easy. The kind of kiss you give someone when you’re comfortable with them and just want to say hello. An everyday, affectionate kiss.

For me. From Milo.

“Tell me what you want, Bren,” he says.