Page 50 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Wha-wh-what do you mean?”

Embarrassment takes over, forcing me to look away from Milo. He doesn’t allow me the chance to escape though. With a single finger, he directs me back to him, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into him. He’s still wet, his sodden shorts cool against my overheated skin. His bare chest is warm though, a juxtaposition that gives me goose bumps.

“I want to know what you want. Because we’re not going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” He runs his thumb over my nipple again, stealing my breath. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Do you want to continue?”

Fire flashes across his face. A look so full of want and desire that it revives all of that in me.

“I’ve already told you that I’ve been fantasizing about it since I saw you playing with yourself that day. But this isn’t about what I want. This is about what you want.”

I suck in a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“You, I want you.”

A wink. That’s all I get before his mouth is on mine again and he’s yanking me against him so hard that I’m pretty sure I’d hear an audible thud if not for the sound of my pulse rushing through my veins. Hot, hard, and without abandon, Milo kisses me like his life depends on it. I return his efforts, losing myself in it. In him.

He tastes of mint, mixed with the Party Mode he had while we celebrated our egg race victory. It’s all so familiar, yet new and exciting. My whole body is on fire, wanting more of whatever this magic is.

Loosening his grip on me slightly, Milo runs his hand back down my body, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. It’s as if my skin comes alive as he touches it, waking up for the first time from a long slumber. He doesn’t let up on the kiss though, his tongue finding mine, swiping against it, sending a new thrill through me while also distracting me from his hand.

At least until he reaches my panties.

As his fingers slip into them, toying with the lace against my skin, that’s all there is. All I can concentrate on. As if every nerve ending I have left their post, rushing between my legs in hopeful anticipation.

Milo inches closer, taking his time. My whole body shudders, my eyes closing as I try to keep my composure and stop myself from jutting my hips forward, trying to force contact. Or even worse, climbing him like a tree and humping him until I can’t breathe. But all this wanting—waiting—is too much.

“Milo,” I gasp.

“Hmmmm?”

“Please…”

I don’t have to say anything else. He knows exactly what I want. Exactly what he’s doing.

His finger finds my clit, swiping across with ease. I cry out, the extreme pleasure all too brief. I’m already so wet from all his teasing, and I know it’s not going to take long once he gets going. But Milo’s also proven that he knows how to drag this out.

He groans, his fingers continuing to explore, avoiding the bundle of nerves calling his name with each pass. I hold on to him, feeling his muscles flex in my grip. Our kisses don’t slow for a minute, keeping up with the pace of his hand. But I want more.

I wiggle my hips, trying to force it. To find that friction that I so desperately need. Milo chuckles, giving me what I want. The rough pad of his middle finger circles my clit, drawing a long cry from my lips.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, breaking our kiss to nip at my earlobe.

The same lightning as when he flicked my nipples earlier shoots straight to my pussy, and I know that my climax isn’t far off. Milo seems to sense it too, because he pulls away briefly, adjusting his angle so he can reach down farther, nudging my thighs apart. I follow his silent direction, unable to do anything else because of this spell he’s put me under.

Sliding two fingers inside me, Milo moans, a long, drawn-out curse filling the night air. The feel of his hand hits my clit as he searches for that spot inside me. The one no one other than myself and Sherlock have been able to locate.

Until now.

Milo taps it with one of his fingers, and I come undone.

“Shit!”

I scream, my knees buckling. I grip him tighter and he wraps an arm around me to support my weight, his other arm still pressed between us, with no signs of stopping.

“That’s it,” he growls, like he’s coaching me through all these new sensations. “I’d say good girl, but I know all that does is evoke a mental image of a dinosaur, and we can’t be having that.”

There isn’t a velociraptor in the world right now. The only thing that exists is him and me and the insane amount of pleasure that is coursing through my body at his hands. Milo can call me whatever the fuck he wants. I will gladly be his good girl.