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“That room could’ve been filled to the brim with people, and I still would’ve searched for you.” I stroke my thumb over his cheek. “Only you.” My voice drops to a whisper. “It has always been you.”

I barely finish the sentence before his lips crash into mine.

Unlike last night’s kisses, this one is all hunger and urgency. Months—years—of wanting compressed into one desperate collision.

I give in just as quickly.

My hands find his jacket and shove it from his shoulders while his tug mine off just as quickly. Our mouths scarcely separate as layers begin hitting the floor, our teeth and tongues clashing between breathless kisses.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he breathes against my ear, catching my lobe between his teeth before finding my mouth again.

I hiss out in reply while my fingers go to his zipper, pulling it down before cupping the hard length of him through his jeans. He groans into our kiss, biting down on my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth in a way that makes my knees weaken.

I gasp when he suddenly breaks our kiss and pushes me backward onto the bed.

Milo doesn’t look away as he pulls my skirt down my legs, then runs his large hands up my thighs before reaching for my gloves, removing each one carefully despite the urgency between us. I work at the knot of my scarf while he tosses them aside.

Once I’m down to nothing but my bra and panties, I crawl farther up the bed and wait for him.

My heart jackhammers in my chest as I watch him pull his T-shirt over his head and throw it onto the pile on the floor.

Naturally, I immediately zero in on the washboard abs I spent far too much time ogling in my youth. Jesus, they haven’t gotten any less impressive.

When I finally tear my attention away from his sculpted physique, the heady look on Milo’s face has my mouth going dry. I grip the duvet while he purposely takes his sweet-ass time taking off his jeans.

When he straightens again in nothing but his boxers, he goes completely still, letting his eyes roam over me. Slowly. Hungrily. As if he can’t decide where he wants to start first.

“Open your legs for me.”

“Holy fuck,” I mutter under my breath, earning a hint of a smirk from him.

With just five little words, he’s left me wet and aching.

“Do you need me to say it again?”

“You’re teasing me now.” I groan.

“Just a little.” He winks.

Fuck me sideways, but that wink is my undoing. My heart speeds up as I spread my thighs until he has a perfect view of exactly what he does to me.

Milo doesn’t hesitate. He crawls onto the bed, grips my thighs, and settles in between them. My head falls back against the pillow the second I feel his breath against my center.

“Milo,” I cry out when his mouth finds me through the thin lace.

He lifts his head just enough to look at me.

“Hold on. That was just a taste.”

Before I can tell my heart to slow down, he rips my panties from the sides and throws them over his shoulder.

I bite back the cry threatening to escape me when his mouth returns to my pussy, this time with nothing to keep him from doing his worst. His eager hands move smoothly over my thighs, gripping them apart as every stroke of his tongue leaves me more desperate, my little whimpers only seeming to encourage him. And when two of his fingers slide inside me, my back arches from the bed, the sensation sending me racing toward the edge.

“Not yet,” he warns, lifting his head. “I’m not done yet.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I cry out, only for him to suck my clit into his mouth, then graze his teeth over the sensitive nub as his fingers hook inside me.

Beads of sweat coat my brow as Milo fucks me with his fingers, his tongue lapping at me like this is all a dance and he’s the only one who can hear the music we’re moving to.