Page 35 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“I told her I was bringing my boyfriend.”
He froze, then started rubbing my back. “You did?”
Chapter Ten
Winter
Leaning back, I met his gaze. “I did. Is… is that okay? To call you my boyfriend, I mean.”
He stared at me for a few beats. “Is that… what we are?”
I couldn’t help but grin up at him. “I’m hoping so, yes.”
He blew out a long breath, then gave a decisive nod. “Alright, cool.”
I snorted and leaned up to kiss him.
Miles’s mouth always brought me to my knees, so to speak. He kissed me back like I was the light he needed to shine, the airhe needed to breathe, like he wanted to ingrain himself into my memory, like he wanted to ruin me for all other men—he had.
Now that I’d had him, he was all I wanted for the rest of my life.
But that was too intense to say out loud, so I simply kissed him back the same way, hoping at least some of what I felt was conveyed.
He let out a little groan of pleasure, and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips before I gently coaxed him to climb on my lap. Sometimes he still got a little shy when we did anything more than making out, and other times he took the lead, and I was fine with whatever he was comfortable with. All I wanted was to make him feel good and happy—and obviously I benefited as well, but I really wanted, needed, Miles to feel… comfortable and to feel my affection toward him.
But I was really glad when he swung his leg over my thighs without breaking our kiss. His body lowered until his ass was flush against my thighs, and I could feel his hardening cock pressed against my own.
This time, I groaned into his mouth as I ran my hands up and down his back. Miles grabbed onto my shoulders before one hand crept up into my hair. I loved when he played with my hair, which was something he did often lately. It always gave me chills—the good kind of chills.
I slipped a hand under his shirt, brushing his soft skin along the seam of his pants, then up to his shoulders, caressing him tenderly. I wanted him to feel treasured because he was. But I also wanted to take his shirt off—hell, I wanted to take all his clothes off and feel him completely naked against me—but if I really did want him naked, I’d have to take him up to bed.
I wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t seem to like getting naked in the living room. Maybe he was afraid someone would see? Who knew?
All Ididknow was that I needed him, and I needed his skin now.
So to the bedroom we’d go.
“Bedroom?” I asked between kisses.
He nodded, humming into our kiss before he pulled back and started to get up.
I shook my head, wrapped my arms around him, and stood.
He let out a strangled yell that turned into a laugh as he wrapped his arms and legs around me, clinging to me like he was afraid I’d drop him.
Miles was definitely a lot lighter than me, but he wasn’t really a tiny thing, so I was glad I didn’t throw my back out getting up like that. I just… really didn’t want him to pull away, even for a few seconds.
“Really?” He lifted a brow, and I wanted to scowl at him.Why can everyone else do the cool one eyebrow lift thing and I can’t?
“Yep. Now that I have you right where I want you, I’m not letting you go.”
He snorted. “You said you want to go to the bedroom, so you’re gonna have to put me down for the stairs.”
“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head and kissed him as I carefully made my way over to the staircase, dodging the Goliath and Odin cuddle fest happening on the floor.
Miles’s stairs weren’t straight. There was a landing halfway up them, and then they turned to go up the rest of the way. Which meant I’d get a little break in there, thank god.
I could do this. I could carry my boyfriend up the steps.
