Page 90 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Can I share a secret with you?” I ask, placing a single, light kiss on his chin.

“I like secrets.”

I lift one corner of my mouth, trying to be coy. Here’s hoping this works.

“Well, you see…I was a good girl in high school.”

Milo narrows his eyes at me, and I can see him trying to work out whether or not to take the bait. We’ve gotten a number of good laughs on poor Muldoon’s behalf this summer thanks to my good girl/clever girl quip, but I’ve also discovered that I enjoy that phrase in other ways. Very specifically when uttered by Milo while we’re naked.

“You’re still a good girl,” he replies, lowering his voice to an almost growl as he says the magic words. “My good girl.”

A shudder rips through me, goose bumps crawling up my skin despite the warm temps and thick humidity. I swallow hard, holding myself back from climbing him like a tree right here and now. I’m trying to be sexy and seductive.

“Different kind of good girl. Meaning I wasn’t ever the kind who would be alone in a field with a boy after dark…” I continue, letting my voice drop as the words come out. Taking a half step back, I unloop my arms from his neck, taking my fingers and walking them down his chest. “And I’ve always wondered what it might be like to come out here and get up to no good.”

Toying with his belt buckle, I lick my lips and look up at him through my lashes. Part of me feels ridiculous, but part of me feels sexy as hell. And I sure hope I look the latter. Based on the fire in his eyes and the flare in his nostrils, that seems to be the case.

“Have you now?”

“Mmmm-hmm…”

“And just what do you think no good looks like, Brenna?” Milo waggles his eyebrows, issuing the challenge.

Challenge accepted.

Grabbing hold of his buckle, I spin him around and walk him backward to his truck. I have just enough momentum from catching him off guard to do it, stopping only when his backside hits the grill. Eyes going wide and pupils going dark, Milo’s hand grabs the nape of my neck, and he yanks me into a hot, hard kiss. I moan, his tongue finding mine instantly. There’s so much power behind this kiss that I feel it shoot through me like a bolt of lightning.

He doesn’t let up either, continuing to kiss me with as much passion as he can muster. Like our lives depend on it. Like everything’s resting on this one kiss, one hand still on my neck, the other one digging into my hip. I hold on to him just as hard, wanting the same connection. Afraid that I’ll lose whatever this is if I let go. It’s not enough though.

There’s still something stirring in me. Something down deep. The same thing that made me push him up against the truck like this in the first place. What made me want to get him in this position. The motivation and desire to give him what he’s given me.

Placing my hands on his chest, I push hard, separating us. It’s jarring at first, and takes me a moment to adjust, but the same lust rushes right back through me the second my head clears. He’s right where I want him.

My hands are back at his belt, undoing the buckle in a flash, then the button and zipper. I can feel Milo’s eyes on me as I work, and it sends a thrill through me, knowing he’s watching. I hope he’s enjoying the show. And that he enjoys what’s next.

“Whatcha doin’, Bren?”

I don’t reply. Instead, I slide my thumbs into his pants, past the elastic of his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, already hard and begging for attention. Attention I have every intention of paying. Tenfold. Dropping to my knees, I look up at Milo, giving him a wink and licking my lips before taking him in my hand.

His hips buck slightly, and I can tell he’s holding back, trying not to react. But I know him. I have him right where I want him. Stroking him slowly—once, twice, a third time — I smile inside as he inhales deeply, enjoying the feel of my hand on his length. It’s still not enough. I want him desperate. Ready to come undone. And I know exactly what will really push him over the edge.

Sticking out my tongue, I lazily drag it along the underside of his cock. Milo hisses, cursing under his breath and slamming his fist against the hood of truck.

Bingo.

Not wasting anymore time, I take him fully into my mouth. And suck. Hard. More hisses, more cursing. But more importantly, my own desire rushes through me with each swipe of my tongue. Wetness pools between my legs, the taste of him fueling me to the point where I’m not sure how much longer I can go without relief of my own.

“Brenna…” Milo growls, breaking my concentration. I glance up, expecting to find a pleasure-drunk man returning my gaze. But what I find is something very different. I find a barely contained animal ready to pounce. “Here’s the thing, baby. You’re not the only one who wants to get up to no good.”

Reaching down, he tugs me up with enough force that I’m almost airborne. I wobble, but thankfully Milo is there to help me catch my balance, kissing me. We’re a tangle of limbs and movement as we shuffle back toward the blanket, kissing, caressing, and undressing. In a flash we’re both naked, our mouths still fused together, Milo scooping me up and lowering us to the ground.

“I think I have kissed every inch of your body this summer,” he says, working his way down my neck, planting open-mouth kisses, as hot as a brand along my skin. It’s like his own personal mark, my body reacting over and over again with each new touch as he moves over my clavicle, stopping to lave at my nipples. “And while you really do have the most perfect tits, they are only my second favorite place to kiss.”

“Second?” I question.

Milo nods, continuing his way down. Pressing kisses against my belly, he swirls his tongue around my belly button, making my pussy tingle.

“Yup.” Sliding in between my legs, he gently pushes them wider, that trademark smirk making an appearance. “This glorious pussy of yours takes the top spot.”