When He Reads To Me

49. Lissie

Chapter 49

Lissie

“Kiss me.”

H e pushes my dress up, and as he breaks our kiss, he’s slow with his movements, soaking up every single minute of it. He knows I’m impatient when it comes to having his hands all over my body, so I think he takes his time, purposely going slow, which drives me mad.

But that’s okay.

I’m starting to realize I like the way he drives me mad.

I tried not to want him, but that’s a really hard thing to do when your heart is missing someone you didn’t even know had worked their way in.

His mouth drags down my neck, over my dress, until he bites my nipple through the fabric. He finds my G-string and pulls it off without once removing his mouth from my breast. I’m wet—there is absolutely no denying that—as his hand skates around my thigh and touches me.

My back arches, and my hands—that are planted on the hood of the car—itch to touch him, but his thumb puts pressure on my clit, and he pushes a finger inside me, then another.

“See, Pretty Lady, you like everything I do to you. Your body tells me so.”

My body loves every single touch from him.

No other man has known how to touch me the way Milo does. I don’t know if it’s because he has more experience or the fact that he can just read my body’s response to everything he does to it. Either way, it makes me go crazy.

His fingers slide in and out, and he continues circling my clit, touching all the right places. His mouth moves to my other nipple, and he bites it through the material, not a care in the world that he could possibly be ruining a thousand-dollar dress. And to be honest, I couldn’t care less either.

“M-Milo.” I can barely say his name, but he doesn’t stop as he hums in response to me as I fall back flat on the hood of the car.

“Are you tired?” he asks, removing his hands from my body. “We haven’t finished playing yet.”

I watch in fascination as he removes his tie. Milo pulls it off with one hand while he starts to unbutton his shirt with the other. When the tie is removed, he offers me his hand. I lift mine and place it in his palm, then he nods to my other hand, and I give him that one, too. He wraps his black tie around my wrists, binding them. When he’s done, he steps back and drops his suit jacket before he removes his button-up.

I suck in a breath at seeing him this way again.

It’s been too long.

He is so beautiful.

But before I know what he’s going to do next, he pulls out a knife and starts to cut the dress from my body.

“That was an expensive dress,” I grumble.

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he tells me. “So that I can cut them off as well.” He smirks when he slides the knife between my breasts, and I hold my breath as he carefully slices until my now beautiful white dress is hanging on either side of me, half on from the sleeves but completely open down the middle, just as he likes it. He places the knife on the hood of the car so he can remove his trousers. “Pretty Lady,” he says, pushing back between my legs. I can feel him, but he pulls me down, sliding my ass along the car until he’s right at my entrance, just the tip inside me. “I want to marry you.”

His words make my body tense, and he notices. I stop breathing. Marry me .

I never once thought about marriage after Cody.

To me, marriage is a death trap.

I once loved Cody and saw a life with him.

But how wrong I was about that.

I don’t know an example of a healthy marriage that even makes me want to be married again.

And yet, here is this man, telling me he wants to marry me, knowing everything and still wanting me.

“When you’re ready, be prepared for me to ask you. This is the only warning you will get.” I let out a long exhale. “And don’t be so scared. They say the second time is the charm , and trust me, we will fucking work. I will read to you every night, and in return, you will touch yourself.” He winks, and I smile. “Imagine the dress I would cut off you on our wedding night,” he finishes as he pushes all the way inside me.

“No way, I wouldn’t let you.”

“As if you could stop me from having what I want,” he states. “Actually, let me rephrase that… you are probably the only person on this planet who could,” he adds.

I go to lift my hands, but he shakes his head.

“Keep them there.”

I do as he says, then he pulls out and steps back, taking me with him. My feet hit the ground, and he lifts me effortlessly, turning me around so now my tits are smashed into the hood. He grabs my tied-up hands and adjusts them above my head, then kicks my legs apart, my ass now on full display for him.

“What about a baby?” he asks.

“What the fuck, Milo?” I wriggle my hands against the knotted tie, but at the same moment, he slides inside me, and I groan.

“You don’t want my babies?” he asks.

“Fucking hell.” I moan as his hips move.

“Not even one?” he pushes. “Think about it while I fuck you.”

I can’t think about it.

I’m not even sure if that’s something I want.

Why is he making me question everything with just the slide of his cock? It’s really unfair for him to be doing this to me right now, but I don’t hear myself complaining, either.

Maybe I do want these things with him.

I feel like life sent me down a path I didn’t quite agree on, but I took it anyway and made the most of it, and somehow, I ended up here—lying on the hood of a car, my hands bound, with a man whom I’ve tried to not see for so many years. But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen me. Milo has been a constant in my life, and I have never had to ask for it. I don’t think he would purposely ever hurt me, not in the way that Cody did.

And I know I’m falling for him.

Being without him, not seeing him, was torture. How was I supposed to know that once I had a taste, I’d always want to go back? And not just because of the way he makes me come. No, it’s everything else and more.

Milo would be a great husband and father, and I have no doubt about that. And I get the feeling that it’s only with me that he would be that type of person. With everyone else, he is cold and calculating, barely showing his emotions, yet with me, he gives almost everything.

He slaps my ass hard as he pushes in. He is never one to rush, always making sure I’m pleased before he takes his own pleasure. He fucks me until I see stars, then continues until he does too. Not once pausing his rhythm.

When he comes, he pulls out, then unties my wrists, careful as he does so. When he gently flips me to my back, I lie there naked, watching him with sleepy eyes.

“You don’t like family,” I remind him. “And yet you ask me for a child.”

He chuckles. “With you, yes. Fuck, I’d even love to have a cat with you. And I hate fucking cats.” He picks me up and carries me inside the house.

I giggle. “Who doesn’t love cats? They’re cute.”

“Their piss stinks, and they scratch your eyes out,” he complains.

“And babies cry and scream all the time. They also piss and shit, which you have to clean up.”

“If it was our baby, I’d be down.” He winks and sets me on the kitchen counter.

“You have the ring already, don’t you?” I ask, staring at him.

He is ever so serious.

I can feel it.

“I do,” he replies, smiling. “I found it when you first returned. When we went shopping.”

“You bought a ring months ago?” I question, shocked. My mind races, trying to figure out the timeline and how I missed this. The thought of Milo planning this fills me with a mix of surprise and excitement.

“I just knew,” he confidently says as he goes to the freezer and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

“Can I see it?”

“No. First, I gotta make you fall for me the same way I’ve fallen for you. It’s only fair. You have time to catch up.” He winks, handing me a spoon.

Little does he know, I’ve already fallen.

I just need him to catch me.

But I have no doubt he will.

“Elizabeth.” He leans in and licks the ice cream from my bottom lip. “I fucking love you.”