Page 21 of Unexpectedly Wanted
Wait.My Mi?That sounded so stupid and ridiculous for so many reasons. What was going on with me?
“I really don’t want to deal with what she has to say about it. Not only say, but the looks. Like I’m just not right. Or I’ll see that she’s wondering if I’m about to go off the deep end. If I’m barely holding it together, and I must not be able to live on my own if I need something like that.”
He swallowed hard. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, wondering how I’d never noticed how prominent it was before. Or how Milo actually had a really long neck. It was… sexy, if necks could be such a thing. I followed the line down the side, taking in the way it curved and drew me to his shoulder. Milo was tiny, but he wasn’t frail. He was, honestly, rather average. Not skinny. Not pudgy. Not fit, but slightly defined.
“Is there a spider on me?” he asked as he stiffened, and then his hand was raising in the direction I was staring. But he didn’t touch the spot. His hand simply hung there, and as the seconds ticked on, his eyes grew wider and wider.
“What? No!” I said after I managed to snap myself out of my daze.
“You were staring,” he pointed out.
“Uh, yeah,” I admitted, and I might have felt a small flame flare inside of me, hitting my cheeks and ears like I was embarrassed. I cleared my throat and blinked a few times. “Sorry. I was lost in my head. No spider. No bugs at all. You’re safe.”
He breathed out a long, relieved breath.
“Roll over,” I ordered him, and was shocked when he did so without hesitation.
His back was to me again, and I slowly scooted down and then over. Inch by tortuous inch, until my chest was flush with his back. Why was I suddenly nervous? Like I was trying to pet a wild animal, I carefully slung my arm over him. Then my leg came up, hooking over his hip.
But when I realized that he might not be so comfortable with my stump resting against him, I began to pull my leg away.
I jerked when his hand slapped down on my knee, holding it firmly in place.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he said, his fingers brushing dangerously close to my scars. Which sent an unexplainable shiver down my spine.
“But does my closeness?” I asked, voice sounding thick and rough.
“No,” he said. His own voice sounded as strained as mine. “Just for sleeping purposes. Like two people sleeping outside in winter and the need to share body heat.”
I chuckled, my breath washing over the side of his face and shifting the hair that curled around his ear. His body shuddered so hard there was no way for me to play it off like I hadn’t noticed. But instead of saying something, I just settled more into the embrace, giving him as much of my weight as I could.
“Right. It’s not like either of us actually like this,” I said, trying to joke.
“Of course not,” he shot back, but it was breathy and lacked the punch that I’d come to expect from him with each exchange of words that we shared.
We didn’t say anything after that. He didn’t move, but he wasn’t stiff in my arms, so I’d take it.
And it would figure that this would be the exact moment my body would choose to betray me. I suppose I couldn’t blame parts of me for rising up and taking interest. It had been quite a while since I’d had any kind of relief that hadn’t come from my own hand. I wasn’t opposed to relationships, but with my work, it wasn’t so easy to have one. Days were long when I was in town. When I wasn’t, I never really knew how long I might be gone. Oh, and the fact that I couldn’t just tell anyone about my job. So, yep, trying to have a relationship was just not something I could handle right now. It would take a lot of work and time and energy. More than I had to spare. Settling for quick, anonymous fucks was the way to go right now. They got me by most of the time, but I hadn’t even had time to slip one of those in there recently. My cock was letting me know that it had been so long that he was getting ready for even the slightest hint of interest. Or what he thought was interest.
“I think that’s enough weight. You can tell your dick I don’t need the added pressure,” he said, causing me to screw my eyes closed tight as I willed my erection to go away.
I wondered for a second if that had been a joke, but his tone didn’t indicate that it was. It didn’t indicate much of anything, actually. So I couldn’t be sure if he was annoyed by my body’s reaction to the closeness of another male body, or if he didn’t know what to make of it either.
“The polite thing would have been to ignore it. I’m sorry. I’d like to say it’s not you…” I let the words trail off.
It was him. The way his body fit perfectly against mine. How warm and inviting he was in my arms. The clean but slightly sweet scent I kept pulling into my nose that was all Milo. The way our breathing seemed to fall in sync within moments of settling into this embrace. And of course, his nicely shaped ass that was pressed back against me. Bubbly and padded in a way that made me want to see what my fingers would look liked pressed into it as I spread him open and—
“Remy?” Milo said my name like it was a shaky question, effectively snapping me out of the dirty fantasy I was about to slip inside.
“Let’s just go to sleep. We can wake up in the morning and pretend this never happened,” I said sternly.
Not another word was spoken. I did my best to shut my brain down. Milo seemed to have everything he needed, because it wasn’t but a few minutes later, his breathing became deep and even.
At least one of us would be sleeping tonight.
Yep, it was hitting me.
Hitting me pretty fucking hard.
