Page 121 of Take This Heart
His shrug is casual, but the heat in his eyes is anything but. “I have a few ideas.”
I bite my lip. “Do you want to come over? You haven’t been to the Summit house yet.”
His smile is lethal. “I’d love to come over.”
I give him a flirty smile over my shoulder and get in the SUV.
“Is this yours?” he asks, looking perplexed.
I run my hand over the leather interior of this fancy Porsche.
“It’s one of Tully’s. I rode back with him and he let me borrow it while I’ve been here.” I grin. “He was gonna take me back when I was ready, but maybe I could catch a ride back with you?”
“It’s a date.” He grins and shuts my car door.
I glance at him every other second in the rearview mirror as he follows me to the house in his Range Rover. The anticipation of a night with Milo gives me all the butterflies. Hell, this whole night has been butterfly central.
We barely make it through the door before our mouths crash together, all hands and heat. I slip out of my shoes, the leather soft from years of wear, and toe off my socks without breaking the kiss. My mom’s voice telling us kids to take off our shoes when we’re in the house is deeply ingrained in me even now.
He laughs when he realizes what I’ve done and does the same, just as gracefully as I did. His mom must’ve had the same rule.
I pull him up the stairs and down the hall to my old room, breathless as he nuzzles my neck and then turns me around to face him. His eyes drink me in.
I was so nervous about what he wanted to see me about tonight that I’ve been hot and cold and hot again.
And then the love declaration caused a full-out sweat. I could use a shower.
I take a step backwards, and then another, and another…and he follows. When we reach my bathroom, he raises his eyebrows.
“Nice.”
“The clawfoot tub or the oversized shower for…twelve?”
He smirks. “All of it, but for tonight, I’m leaning toward the shower.” His eyes darken and he leans against the cabinet. “I think you should undress first…since you didn’t talk to me for days.”
“Oh, is this part of how I can make it up to you?”
He crosses his arms and nods, eyes gleaming.
Since there’s not much to take off, I lower the one strap of my dress and slowly undo the back, letting it drop to the floor. His breath hitches when he sees what I’m wearing underneath.
“Whatis that?” he asks reverently.
“A torsolette.”
It’s black and has lace panels along the sides. I turn my back to him and bend over farther than I need to, to step out of my dress, grinning when he curses. The black lace cheeky panties are a hit, noted.
I look at him over my shoulder. “Should I take it all off then?”
“Hardest choice of my life.” He adjusts himself, his dress pants doing nothing to conceal his massive bulge. And then he straightens and his expression is wicked.
“Leave it on for now, and get on your knees.” He points to the space in front of him.
I swallow hard, my mouth already watering. I do as he asks, getting on my knees and sitting on my feet. I stare up athim. His chest rises and falls like it’s taking all his willpower not to touch me.
I undo his pants and slide them down, all while eyeing his black boxer briefs with lust. When I take them off of him and feel his hot, smooth skin, hard like velvety steel, we both sigh. I wrap my fists around him and then slide one hand over the tip.
“No man should have to carry this massive weight alone,” I say.
