Page 31 of Unexpectedly Wanted
The door to the bathroom opened and I looked up.
He was dressed in soft sleep pants, forest green tonight, and a gray shirt that was a couple of sizes too big for him. His glasses were a little crooked, as if he’d put them back on in a hurry. His hair was still wet and stuck up all over, like he’d only run the towel through it and forgot to grab the brush after.
Milo seemed to be frozen in the doorway, with a deer-in-headlights look as he stared at the blanket.
I saw a slash of hurt and betrayal flicker through his eyes as his brows furrowed.
“I thought it would be for the best,” I said through a thick throat.
“For what?” he asked, utterly confused.
“I didn’t want to, uh, make you feel strange if…”
“We both became erect again? Is that what you mean?”
It was hard not to chuckle at his straightforward way of seeing it. But the fact that he’d admitted to my touch making him hard pushed that amusement aside. Had he? Was it simply having the closeness of another male, or was it because of me? I wanted to know so badly.
“Yes, that’s what I mean. I didn’t want to make the situation uncomfortable for you,” I told him. It was more than that, but I wasn’t sure if I should tell him that I was starting to like him. Like,reallylike him. And that if I had the opportunity to keep touching him, I wouldn’t want to stop.
“It’s natural, right? Nothing to get weird over,” he said with a small shrug. His eyes drifted back to the blanket as he continued to speak. “And there are simple enough ways to fix it. We could… help each other out, if that—”
“Whoa,” I cut in. What?! This had taken a wrong turn. Averywrong turn. “I think we should just go to sleep. And besides, it’s not that simple, Milo. It’s not like being hungry and making yourself a sandwich.”
“But isn’t it?” he asked. “I think people tend to complicate things. It’s a basic need. If you were alone and became aroused, wouldn’t you do something about it?”
“Well, um, I suppose. It depends on the circumstances. I try not to let myself be controlled by… um…”
“Your dick?”
“Basically, yeah.” I let out a nervous huff of a laugh. This had gone sideways. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. We should get some sleep. Besides, you’re making it sound more like a chore, and that doesn’t really work for me.”
He stared at me for a few pounding beats of my heart, nearly causing me to squirm under his gaze.
“I didn’t take you for the romantic type. I’m sorry,” he said.
“Milo,” I started and then shook my head. What could I even say to that? I was beginning to wonder if he would even understand it from my point of view. Or maybe it was that he hadn’t experienced it to understand it completely. However, I was not going to be the one to open that door.Thatwas not a good idea.
Before I could say anything, there was something that flashed in his eyes. Almost like he had an idea. One that he thought was brilliant.
Then he was moving to the bed. He was crawling onto the mattress, one knee at a time, eyes on mine. I sat there, still as a statue. Confused. Aroused. Curious. And even a little bit nervous. His eyes were locked on mine as he straddled my lap, hands going to my chest. They were cool and a bit damp-feeling. I smiled, but I wasn’t even sure he saw it since his lips came down on mine faster than I had been expecting. Hell, I hadn’t been expecting the move at all.
Milo was kissing me.
He was kissing me so hard. What other choice did I have but to kiss him back? Yeah, okay, I couldn’t even lie and say I didn’t want this. Shocked as I might have been, I was also shaking with excitement.
“But you hate me,” I breathed against his lips.
“Hate always breeds from something,” he told me before swallowing thickly. “You make me feel… inferior. Replaceable. You can do everything I can and more. Why would the team need me, when they have you? It makes me feel like I’m not good enough, and that is the thing that I hate.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” I told him, causing his eyes to harden. “But you are the best at what you do. I’m just a filler. I step in when needed, but I’m not necessarily the first choice. I’m just there. Whereas, you…” I pressed my lips against his in a quick kiss. “You are the key most of the time. We couldn’t do this without you.”
I wouldn’t exactly say that Milo melted at my words. Milo wasn’t really a melter. But there was a softness and an understanding that shone through his eyes. I was lucky enough to catch it before his lids drifted shut and he was kissing me again.
That kiss quickly turned heated. Oh, I was into it, too. He was a little inexperienced, but there was something so sweet about it. His lips were perfect, even if the kisses were just a tad sloppy.
My hands drifted down his back until I reached the hem of his shirt. I made each movement slow so that he could tell me to stop if it was too much for him. Dipping my fingers under his shirt, I began to move back up. The feeling of his soft, warm skin against my calloused pads caused something to spark inside of me that I’d never felt before.
“No,” he said between kisses. “Down. Grab my ass.”
