Page 71 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

In a flash, he has me out of my shirt and is removing my bra, laving at my nipples. It’s too much and not enough all at once, my hands flying to his head, trying to keep him there. In my haze, I hear his laugh, as if he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.

Two can play this game.

I grind my hips into him, angling my core just right, making sure I make contact with the telltale bulge that has been present since we were in his truck. The one I’ve been dying to get my hands on. Dying to see, feel, play with. Milo groans, and I can’t tell if it’s out of pleasure or frustration. Either way, I don’t care. I simply like knowing that he’s as turned on as I am.

“Brenna…”

He lets go of my nipple with a pop, eyes flicking up to mine. Eyelids heavy with desire, the deep blue of his irises is the most gorgeous color I’ve ever seen. One I know that I will never forget. And yet, I want more. So, so much more.

I grind again. Harder. This time, I watch as the pleasure surges through him, washing right over his face, the animal he’s done such a good job at keeping caged starting to show. Yes, please.

“I told you. Not until I’ve tasted your pussy again.”

“Then what are you waiting for? She’s all yours.”

I’m on my back before I can blink, Milo looming above me, hands planted on either side of my head. He lowers himself, almost as if he’s doing a push-up, stopping with his lips a whisper away from mine. His breath tickles my skin, the anticipation of his kiss swirling in me. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he holds this position, teasing me for a long moment, before pushing back up.

Fuck…

My pulse jumps. I’m surrounded by him, his presence, yet we aren’t touching. I reach up, cupping his cheeks, running my fingers through his beard. Smiling, he twists his head just enough to kiss the inside of my palm. And I’m done for.

Everything inside me melts. Lust mingles with something else, my heart squeezing. I don’t know what this feeling is, and it’s hard to focus on as Milo kisses down my body, in between my breasts, over my belly, removing my shorts. I’m a mix of lava and shivers as he touches me, his hot, wet, open-mouth kisses feeling like a brand on my skin. Each new touch makes me crave more. Not only of what he’s doing to me, but what I want to do to him.

He doesn’t waste any time, spreading my legs and settling between them. The warmth of his exhale on my inner thighs sends anticipation racing through me. I’m one big bundle of want at this point, and I know that Milo is enjoying every second of it.

“I’ve been dying for another taste,” he says, swirling his finger through my sex. I moan, my body quivering from the faint touch. I prop myself up so I can look down at him, our eyes meeting as he licks his finger, waggling his eyebrows. “You are so fucking sweet, Brenna.”

Holding my gaze, Milo sticks out his tongue, licking me from entrance to clit. I don’t know if it’s because of the eye contact, or his dirty words, or something else, but it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. My whole body comes alive, every nerve standing at attention. Like having an orgasm without actually having one.

Holy shit.

He does it again. And again. My eyes slam shut, my muscles giving in, and I fall backward as I lose myself to everything I’m feeling. If I thought he knew what he was doing to me on the boat, well, fuck. He’s upped his game since. He sends me flying, straight into outer space. I lose track of what he’s doing to me—licking, sucking, nipping, who the fuck knows at this point. All I know is that I have never felt anything like it.

His tongue hits my clit and I scream. My hand flies to the back of his head, holding on for dear life as my orgasm rips through me. Milo doubles down, not letting up, while at the same time, reaching up to grab my free hand and interlacing our fingers. The move is easy, gentle. Like he’s keeping us connected through more than just his mouth.

And fuck, do I love it.

It makes me feel like I mean something. Like whatever this is between us means something.

Keeping our fingers interlaced, Milo slides up my body, the heat of him enveloping me. I reach out, wanting to pull him closer. Wanting to feel his skin against mine. I get just that as he kisses me, plus the taste of myself on his lips. The sweet, tangy taste mixed with him pulls me under his spell again. He’s like a drug, and that first hit has me addicted.

Except this time, I’m a lot more focused on something else. Because that makes twice now that he’s made me come. And he’s still wearing his damn pants. I want to play.

Dragging my nails down his chest, I head straight for the button on his jeans. I try to undo them, but that’s easier said than done given the angle and the distraction that is Milo’s mouth. Still, I manage to get the button free, my fingers on the zipper when his hands stop me.

“Let me.”

Standing up, Milo makes quick work of the zipper, tugging his pants and skivvies down in a single move. His cock stands at attention, free from its confines, and my eyes go wide. My mouth waters and my hands ache, wanting to touch. He is every one of my fantasies personified. And standing right there.

Large and local is an understatement…

“Like what you see?” he asks, trademark smirk cemented in place.

“You have no idea.”

I scramble to the end of the bed, taking him in hand. Stroking him long and slow, I bite my bottom lip, loving the moan it elicits. I’ve seen Milo shirtless before, but there is something about the whole package—and especially his package—this is just…breathtaking.

The perfect combination of soft and strong, he’s not chiseled like some over-roided fitness model. Instead, his strength comes from everyday hard work. His muscles are earned. But more importantly, behind all that is a heart and soul that runs deeper than most know. To be able to see a side of him like this is something I don’t take for granted.