Chapter 10
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 air he 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 I did know 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.
I took a breath, and he laughed. “You’re not carrying me up the steps, Win!”
I pecked his lips. “Sure I am.”
“You’re gonna drop me—ahhhhhh!” He screamed as I went up the first step, and he clung to me harder—a definite perk to this experiment.
That at least let me hold him with only one arm so I could grab the rail with the other. Holy shit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Put me down, you maniac!”
That made me laugh, and I went up another step. Then another and another.
Miles relaxed when we made it to the landing, and even though my legs were a little shaky, I was determined to go the rest of the way.
I put one foot on the first step, and Miles leaned back, cupped my cheeks, and made me look him in the eyes. “You know, if you put me down here, I promise I’ll still think you’re a big, strong, sexy man. Mr. White Knight.”
I snorted and kissed him, then grabbed on tighter and went up the step. I went up another, then used that momentum to go up five more. Just as I was reaching the last step, my toes hit the ledge, and I missed it entirely.
Before I knew what was happening, I was falling forward. I managed to catch myself with one hand so I didn’t squish Miles, and did my best to protect him with my other hand. But he still landed on his ass and back with an Oomph.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” I was an idiot. I’d hurt my boyfriend, all because I was… what? Trying to prove myself? Because I was being stubborn? What? What had I been thinking? Maybe I—
My brain screeched to a halt when the sound of Miles’s laughter filled the staircase.
He was laughing. He was laughing.
I leaned up to see tears streaming down his face, and he cupped my cheeks again, pulling me into a kiss that was all smiles and teeth. “You are so ridiculous.” His chuckles made his sentence come up stilted. “You should’ve put me down.”
His laughter was contagious, and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I laughed too. “I’m so sorry.”
That made him laugh harder. “No… don’t be… that was… hilarious.”
I snorted and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Are you hurt?”
“Nope.” He hesitated. “But something is… uh, aching.”
I leaned up to make eye contact, trying to lift one eyebrow—and failing. “What? What hurts?”
He made a face I couldn’t interpret, then threw his hand over his eyes and groaned with a laugh. “I was trying to, you know…” He moved his hips up so his half-hard cock brushed my stomach.
Ohhhhhh. “Oh, your cock is aching, huh?”
“Oh my god. Don’t say that.” He was laughing again.
“You’re the one who said it first.”
He groaned with another laugh. “No, I didn’t.”
“Uh-huh.”
He pushed my shoulder. “Shut it, you.”
I pushed my hips forward, brushing against his cock again. “I think I can help with that.”
He laughed, but his eyes were twinkling with want and need.
Leaning down, I lifted his shirt as high as it would go and started kissing my way down his body, using my lips, tongue, and teeth. We were on the stairs, but he was too delicious to wait any longer. I nibbled on his hip, then tugged on the waistband of his pants, looking up at him for permission.
He was staring down at me as if transfixed. He bit his lip—likely not even knowing how sexy that was—then nodded and lifted his hips.
I yanked his pants and boxer briefs down and off, throwing them on the stairs below us.
Then I continued my licking, mouthing, and nipping.
I nibbled along his inner thigh until I reached his balls, and I nuzzled in, taking in his musky scent.
Mmmm. I sucked each ball into my mouth, and my own insides tingled with pleasure from the noise that came out of Miles’s mouth.
His little whimper was music to my ears, so I did it again, relishing in the sound before I licked a stripe up his cock. He groaned deeply, so I licked down the other side and nuzzled into him again.
As I licked up his cock again and swirled my tongue around the mushroom head, his fingers dug into my hair, pulling slightly. I smiled against him and swallowed him down in one go.
Miles shouted out his pleasure, and I sucked as I pulled off, then repeated the action, swallowing him down and slowly pulling off, swirling my tongue as I went. Then I sat back, making his hand drop away, and I looked at him.
His eyes were hooded, and he looked dazed and confused like he couldn’t understand why I’d stopped.
I just… I needed to look at him, to take him in for one moment.
He was sprawled out before me, his shirt tucked up under his chin, exposing the rest of his gorgeous body, a blush on his cheeks, and his brown eyes blinking up at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Miles,” I said quietly, then kissed his bare knee, making him shiver a little. I grinned.
Before he could respond, I swallowed him down again. His back arched off the steps before he tried to thrust his hips, but I grabbed onto him, holding him still while I worked him with my mouth.
His hand found its way back into my hair, his other on my shoulder, gripping tightly. I sucked and licked until he was a trembling mess, and just before I knew he was about to come in my mouth, I pulled off and gripped the base of his cock to stop him.
“Wh-what? Noooooo. What are—what are you doing? Wiiiiinnnn.” My name came out like a whine, and all I could do was take him in.
His skin was flushed, even his chest, the part not covered by his shirt.
His cheeks were rosy, his eyes glazed over as he moved his head back and forth on another whine.
He looked like he was about to start kicking and screaming at me for making him wait.
I knew for a fact that he didn’t trust anyone else this much. He didn’t trust others in his home, let alone to touch him this way.
Yet he was trusting me.
My heart grew tight at that thought, wanting to protect and cherish, wanting to make him feel warm and gooey inside.
God, I really loved this man.
That was what that feeling inside my chest was. Love.
Holy shit, I was in love.
Before he could complain anymore, I quickly shucked my pants and boxer briefs off, letting them join his, discarded on the floor. He was just too beautiful like this, and rubbing myself on the steps wasn’t cutting it.