Page 83 of Take This Heart
I lean back and give her the rest of the strawberry, grinning as I hold my hand under her chin this time. Her eyes are playful as she takes the last bite. She’s so damn cute and sexy and beautiful and funny, I live in a constant state of stomach flips and desire. It’s insanity. I’m losing my fucking mind. And I’m hard ninety percent of the day.
I lift my thumb before the juice can drip this time and she wraps her mouth around my finger, sucking it clean.
I groan.
The next moment, my mouth is on hers. I scoot her toward the edge of the counter and she whimpers when she feels how hard I am. Months of tension, of skirting around this, come crashing down, and it’s like we both combust. Myhands slide into her hair, hers pull at my shirt, and our tongues tangle like they’re made for each other.
I come up for air because I need to slow down, savor this, and I also want to check in.
“Do you want this?” I ask.
“More than anything,” she says, tugging my mouth back to hers.
“God, I want you,” I say, against her lips.
“You’ve got me.” She sounds breathless.
I groan again and she smiles. I lift her off the counter and her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her upstairs, and between the kitchen and the bedroom, a few clothes are left behind. She unbuttons my shirt and tosses it aside and I lift hers over her head. I set her in front of my bed and she starts undoing my pants as I lower the zipper on the back of her skirt. She tugs her skirt off and I look down for a moment to step out of my pants. When I look up again, she’s standing in this blue one-piece lacy thing that is God’s gift to mankind.
“Fuck.Me. You’re a masterpiece.”
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“Turn around.”
She does and I curse again. There’s lace at the top and then barely any over her ass, which is framed perfectly. I take my briefs off and my dick has never been happier. I stare at her and groan.
“Another work of art. I don’t know which I love more,” I tell her.
She looks over her shoulder, her smile seductive now. She knows the power her body holds over me already, I can tell. I want her to. Her eyes widen and she gasps when she looks down, which makes me swell even bigger.
“Milo.” She keeps staring at my cock and when her eyes finally meet mine, I’m smirking because fuck, it’s a good one.
I reach out and cup her ass, stepping closer until my chest is against her back. She’s still wearing heels, so my dick fits between her cheeks. Her head falls back when my hands move to her tits, running my fingers over her peaked nipples. I bend down and nuzzle her neck.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since we met. There’s been no one else,” I say gruffly.
“There’s no one else for me either, Milo,” she says.
“Those are the best words I’ve ever heard.”
She turns in my arms and runs her thumb over my tip, and I swear, I almost lose it.
“This is beautiful, but how do I get it off?” I ask, my fingers skimming under the lace.
She smiles and undoes the two ties on the sides and one at her neck, and the whole thing drops to the ground.
My mouth waters when I see her.
We take a moment to look at each other, really look at each other, and I love every single inch I see.
“Speechless,” I say.
She nods. “Me too.” Her eyes scan over me again from head to toe and she swallows hard. “You aresomething,” she finally says. “Something I don’t think I can stop staring at.”
“Good, because I don’t want either of us to wear clothes all night long.”
She laughs and her mouth quirks to the side when she looks at me. Like she’s trying to hold back a huge smile. I know the feeling.
