Chapter 22 #2
He grasps my hips and kisses me back. His tongue slides between my partially open lips, and the sensation sends a thrilled shiver down my spine. My hands slide around his neck and play in the thick hair behind his head.
As our kiss increases in friction, our noses rub together. I can’t help giggling the third time I knock his glasses. We pull apart and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as he straightens his glasses.
I’m grinning at the sparkles behind his frame. His smile is adorably crooked, and his hands pull around my back to hug me. My waist pushes between his legs, and I flop onto his chest. His soothing heartbeat plays against Alfie’s purrs.
Milo chuckles. “Sounds like he approves.”
I reach down and scratch behind Alfie’s ear. “He’s not so bad after all.”
“Wow,” Milo murmurs. “Will you tell Kai that?”
I nod at him. “Yep. I don’t want him scaring Alfie anymore.”
Milo smooths a hand over my hair and kisses the top of my head. “Thank you.”
My eyes fall shut, and I let out a happy sigh.
“Kai’s already snapping at me for moving clothes and books into his room. I rearranged a space for myself, and he’s still whining about me touching his stuff.”
“I’m sorry my moving in has caused so much friction.”
“Don’t be.” He brushes the back of his hand against my cheek. “We wouldn’t be this close if you hadn’t moved in. Maybe if Kai knew about this, I could stay with you for longer.”
I shake my head. “Nope. If your mom found out we weren’t just studying, she’d never let you in here. Remember her ‘no girls in your room’ speech?”
“Well, that settles it then. I want to get away from Kai, and I want to keep kissing you. That means we’re keeping this a secret.”
My heart pounds. “Are you really okay with that?”
His hands press against the sides of my face and he pecks my lips. “Perfectly okay.”
“I want to keep this low-key because of how important you are to me,” I admit. “Do you believe me when I say you’re worth it?”
He looks into my eyes, and tingles spread across my skin. “I do. No one can fake the kisses you give me.”
I giggle bashfully. “You like them?”
Milo tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and whispers, “I can’t get enough of them.”
He pushes against my lips and I rock myself forward, fully leaning into the kiss.
This time, my tongue does the exploring.
When watching movies, I always wondered if, in reality, using tongue would be gross.
Contrarily, it’s exhilarating. It adds an extra layer of pressure and passion.
I lock my arms around his neck, angling my head further.
A moan tumbles out of me when his fingers run down the back of my t-shirt.
I trace a finger along the curve of his neck. His cologne wafts my way, making me dizzy in the most delicious way.
“Can I try something?” I whisper.
He nods.
My teeth graze my lip, and my stomach flips in anticipation.
I wet my lips and lean in, angling my head so my mouth targets the nape of his neck.
Visions of intimate moments from my favorite romantic movies flash through my mind.
My lips suction to the taunt skin of his neck.
I nibble and suck against the curve, making him shift his position and moan.
“Whoa,” he breathes, pressing a hand against the small of my back. “Where did you learn that?”
“I told you,” I whisper, breathlessly. I sneak in another kiss, just below his jawline. “I’m rom-com obsessed.”
“See, I told you you were good at taking notes,” he jokes mid-pant. He sits up against the wall and wiggles his eyebrows. “Can I try?”
I fan my face and then move my hair off my shoulders. “Sure.”
Milo locks onto my neck, sucking and kissing, sending pulses down and past my collarbone. I grip his upper arms as he hugs me tight. My head spins, and I’m glad he’s holding me. I’d surely have fallen backward and hit the floor from the waves of pleasure.
His kisses move up toward my ear. His breath is hot, and my hair buries his face.
I run a hand along the back of his head, addicted to the closeness.
His tongue traces my earlobe and I emit a surprised squeak.
His laugh patters against my cheek, and I hurriedly turn my face to meet him in a kiss.
I laugh with him as our lips brush. Tilting my head, I catch his mouth at the right moment, stealing another perfectly pressured kiss.
His hand digs into my hair, cups the back of my neck, and cradles me as he pulls away. His glasses fog up, but he smiles all the same. “I need to catch my breath.”
My hands run down his t-shirt, taking in every ripple underneath. “Me too, but I don’t want to stop.”
He laughs. “You’re a bad influence.”
I peel his glasses off his face. “You want to stop?”
He clicks his tongue and then leans forward to peck my lips. “Never.”
I tilt my head, and my nose crinkles, viewing his face without glasses. In my head, I know he’s just as handsome as ever, but something’s off. “You look strange.”
Air puffs out of him. “Excuse me?’
I hold his glasses higher. “Without these. I don’t like it. Are your eyes smaller?”
He smirks, taking the glasses. “There are magnifiers in my glasses.”
I shudder, sliding off his lap. “Well, keep your glasses on, okay? You look cuter when wearing them.”
He winces. “Do I look too much like Kai without them?”
“Eww. Maybe that’s what I didn’t like. Oh boy, please keep them on.”
He laughs, nudging me. “You’re the one who took them off.”
“I was going for playful.”
He kisses my cheek. “You’re so cute.”
“I mean, you don’t look exactly like Kai,” I say, as he slides his glasses back on. “You don’t have that mystery scar.”
He fixes his glasses, asking, “What do you mean by mystery?”
I shrug. “You know. The fact no one can know how he got it.”
Milo scoffs. “What do you mean, no one knows?”
I deadpan him. “You know?”
He laughs. “Of course, I know. I was there.”
Excitement bursts inside me. “You gotta tell me what happened. This is epic.”
“Epic?” Milo furrows his brow. “What’s so amazing about running into a drawer?”
“Come again?”
Milo shrugs. “That’s all that happened. We were visiting our grandparents, and they had this little dog named Scruff.
Kai was chasing after the dog and ran into the kitchen.
Grandma left a drawer open when she went back to the counter.
Because we were only six-years-old, the corner was the perfect height to smash under his eye. ”
“He got his scar from chasing a dog and running into a drawer?”
“It was still a big deal,” Milo says. “He bled a lot and needed stitches. I just wouldn’t call it an epic story.”
I throw my hands up, exasperated. “He’s never told me or the guys the story, saying it was too unhinged to get into.”
“He’s been overselling it all this time?” Milo cracks up. “Ah, that’s priceless.”
I grunt. “Ugh. Why would he do that? So annoying.”
Milo smirks. “Isn’t everything Kai does annoying?”
I smile, swallowing the instinct to laugh.
Alfie stretches and then moves onto Milo’s lap. I laugh and pat his head. “Is it your turn for attention?”
Milo sniggers. “Are you jealous, Alfie?”
Alfie purrs loudly, taking away the feeling of silence in the room. “It’s weird without Gandalf around, huh?”
“I know! I keep looking for him. I even thought I heard him crying earlier.”
Our hands brush together as we both pat Alfie. I rest my head on Milo’s shoulder and whisper, “I’m glad I got to do that assignment with you.”
“Me too. But I’ll be more glad to get an uninterrupted night’s sleep.”
I giggle. “Ditto.”