Page 70 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

Milo carries me up the stairs, holding me close to him, our mouths fused together. He pauses only long enough to open the door to the apartment, never breaking our kiss. He’s a lot more sure-footed than I would be, seeming to know where each step is and every obstacle to dodge. Add that to the growing list of incredibly sexy things about him.

Kicking the door closed behind us, he pauses. The apartment is dark, only the light of the full moon streaming in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows making it so that we can see the outline of each other. My heart thuds, making my chest rattle, feeling Milo’s baby blues on me, even though I can’t fully see them.

He stays like this for another long moment, then lowers me to the ground, setting me on my feet. One hand firmly on my hip, the other tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, then caresses my cheek.

“Say the words, Bren, and I’ll walk you to your door instead of mine,” he says, voice heavy and full of want. My insides flip, recognizing that feeling.

“And if I don’t?” I counter.

“Then you’re coming with me, to mine. So I can do unspeakable things to you.”

“What if I want to do unspeakable things to you?”

Milo sucks in a harsh breath, tightening his grip on my hip. Excitement races through me, liking that I have this effect on him. He’s made me see stars on more than one occasion now, and I am desperate to return the favor.

His free hand finds my other hip, latching on and yanking me into him. Our bodies collide, both of us catching our breath but neither one moving beyond that. Both wanting, waiting. The air crackles around us, as if at any moment flames could erupt, leveling this building.

“Is that what you want?”

Running my hands up his torso, underneath his T-shirt, I drag my nails along his bare skin. Milo hisses, and it sends a bolt of lust through me. I want him more than I can say. My panties are already ruined from what he did to me in the back of the truck, but after this, they’re extra ruined.

I look up, trying to find his gaze in the darkness. Shadows shift, illuminating his beautiful face just enough for me to see the corner of his mouth quirked upward, waiting on my answer. My knees wobble as I search for words that are sexy and fun. Something that will make him feel as wanton as I do. But I got nothing. So I go with the only word I can think of.

“Yes.”

Hands grab my ass, and I’m airborne before the last of the word dissipates from the air. Milo’s growl rings out, filling the open space of the loft as he captures my mouth with his, our tongues finding each other almost instantly. I feel weightless, like I’m soaring as he carries me up the stairs with the same ease as before.

He doesn’t bother to close the door behind us. Simply sits down on the bed and flicks on his bedside lamp, keeping me in his lap and holding on to me like I’m the most precious thing on the planet. It’s a mix of tight and loose that ebbs and flows, that can only be described as reverent. Like he can’t stop touching me, but doesn’t want to break me either. Which is exactly the way I’m feeling about him.

My hands run over his torso, the cotton of his shirt soft under my touch. But it’s not what I want to feel. I want to feel him. I want to run my fingers along the lines of his tattoo, tracing the intricate details. Discover if his skin is as soft as I imagine it to be, or if it’s more like the calluses on his fingers from working at the brewery.

I pull back, feeling like a woman possessed. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I yank, desperate for it to come off. Unfortunately, it fights back. I don’t know what magic Milo possesses that makes removing this thing look so effortless, because it’s not. I huff, frustration getting the better of me.

Milo chuckles. “Want something?”

“You. Naked.”

Waggling his eyebrows, the trademark smirk makes an appearance, and I melt.

“I like this side of you, Brenna. A lot.”

Reaching behind his head, he grabs his collar, tugging the garment over his head. Fuck, it looks so much easier when he does it. But there’s no time to dwell on that, because I got what I wanted. Well, partially. Bare-chested and grinning like he’d won tug-o-war all over again, Milo looks good enough to eat.

I place my middle finger on his pec, running it along the lines of the tribal design. The hard muscle under soft skin is spectacular, leaving me mesmerized like I’ve never seen a shirtless guy before. Somehow, with Milo, it’s different.

Because everything with Milo is different.

“Here’s the thing, beautiful,” he whispers, leaning forward and nipping at my ear. “I just don’t think it’s fair that one of us is naked and the other isn’t.”

“You’re not all the way naked yet.”

“We can fix that. But not until you are and I’ve tasted that sweet pussy of yours again.”

OMG…

Milo’s words catch me off guard, igniting every inch of me. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, every inch between is now on fire. I blink hard, the ability to respond escaping me again. It’s like he stole all the oxygen from the atmosphere, making it hard to breathe. Yet, it’s the only thing I can still manage to do.

Milo nips at my ear again, before kissing his way down my throat. I moan, losing myself in the scratch of his scruff against my neck. It’s almost as good as between my thighs, and knowing that’s where he’s headed makes me dizzy with lust. Being with him like this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Maybe I’ve never been with the right person, or the age difference between us has given him a chance to hone his skills. But whatever it is, I know that nothing will ever be the same after this.