Chapter 10 #3
The living room was all white—an oversized sectional, floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall, and custom built-ins on another. He led her to the kitchen, which looked like a chef’s dream.
“Wow. Has Connor ever been here?”
“Once, and I had to drag him away so we could go out to eat. He wanted to cook, but he was here as a guest, so…”
“You should have let him play. I bet he would have felt like a kid at Disneyland.”
That made him chuckle.
The dining table could easily fit eight people, and the artwork on the wall looked museum-quality.
Not that she knew much about art.
Next, he led her into the massive primary suite.
All the decor matched the rest of the place—whites, grays, and tans—but this space not only had a wall of windows but also a pair of sliding glass doors that led out to a private balcony.
The en suite was spa-worthy, and he had a small office space off the opposite side of the room.
“Milo, this is just…wow.” Shaking her head, she laughed.
“I should probably think of another word to describe it, but it’s just…
it’s incredible. How are you even tolerating living in the cabin back at the resort?
If I lived in a place like this, there’s no way I would willingly downsize to a rustic, two-room cabin. ”
He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t spend a lot of time here, and I’m comfortable at the resort because that’s where all my friends are.”
It was said so casually, but it still made her sad.
“Surely you have friends here in Seattle.”
Another shrug. “Coworkers. Acquaintances.”
“Do you ever entertain? Like…you have all this amazing space. Do you host parties or even meetings here?”
“No. The only people who have ever been here are my parents, all the guys—you know, Walker, Axel, Connor, and Slater—and my assistant, Evie.”
She eyed him warily. “You’ve never brought a woman back here after a date? Like…ever?”
“Nora…”
“What? You know what I’m saying, Milo. And you don’t have to worry. I know you’ve slept with other women. You’re not going to offend me.”
But he simply shook his head. “The only person to sleep in this bed is me.”
And for some reason, that thrilled her.
More than it should have.
Slowly, she strolled over to the bed, gently running her hand over the soft fabric of the duvet. She paused for a moment—considering all the windows—and Milo clearly read her mind.
“Watch this,” he said gruffly. Taking his time, he walked over to one of the bedside tables and picked up a remote before hitting a button. Then, one by one, blinds came down covering the windows and the sliding glass doors.
Not that it was overly impressive—or even innovative—it was just one more aspect to the penthouse that emphasized how different their lives were.
“You’ve really thought of everything,” she said, her breath hitching as he moved closer.
“Well, I don’t know about that, but I have one regret.”
“Just one?”
Nodding, he kept moving closer like a predator stalking its prey.
Dark eyes met hers, and it took her a minute to remember he was talking about something. Which was fine, she supposed, but all she wanted was for him to scoop her up in his arms and toss her on the bed.
I have self-control. I have self-control. I have self-control.
Wait, do I?
Now that he was close enough to touch, Nora’s hands began to roam over his chest, his abs, his arms…she watched as he swallowed hard and his eyes drifted closed. The moan of pleasure he let out was sexy as hell.
“What’s your regret?” she forced herself to ask, but it came out sounding breathless and a little needy.
If it were possible, Nora pressed herself even more firmly against him as Milo reached up and anchored his hand in her hair.
“Not doing this sooner,” he said, dipping his head down to capture her lips with his.
The kiss was deep and wet and so full of promise that she simply wrapped herself around him.
His arms banded around her, and she found it was one of her favorite places to be.
When they were together—no matter where—she craved this connection, loved the feel of his arms, the warmth of him, the scent of his shampoo.
They were the kind of things she never paid attention to before, but now they were all she thought about.
Milo nipped at her bottom lip, and she cursed the fact that they were still dressed but knew it would be rectified soon.
Lifting his head, he whispered her name.
“If you’re looking for me to state exactly what I want right now, I’ll tell you. I want you to pick me up and toss me down on the bed. Then I want you right there on top of me where we’ll hopefully get naked, very soon.”
Reaching up, he cupped her face and gave her a grin that was sexy as hell. “Nora Wilder, you may very well be my every damn fantasy come to life.”
“Good,” she said confidently as she leaped up to wrap her legs around his waist.
And just as she asked, he grabbed her ass and grinned as he turned them toward the bed.
But he didn’t toss her. Instead, he gently lowered her onto it and followed her down, stretching out beside her.
Fighting the urge to growl with frustration that he wasn’t kissing her, she rolled onto her side to face him.
“So…tossing not your thing?”
He laughed softly. “It didn’t feel like a tossing moment. Maybe later.” Winking, he shifted closer and maneuvered them, rolling her beneath him.
Finally!
Nora slid her hands up and over his shoulders before skimming down his back, just as his lips claimed hers again.
Kissing him was also addictive.
It was probably one of her favorite things to do, mainly because he took his time and savored the moment. He never rushed and it was never sloppy or awkward, just…deep and meaningful. And she never knew kissing could make you feel that way either.
Actually, every aspect, every feeling, she experienced with him was new.
And a little scary. Seeing how he lived really hit her hard, but she refused to focus on that right now.
The man was kissing and rubbing and moving against her in all the best ways.
So, she let herself focus fully on him, skimming her hands up under his polo shirt and slowly lifting it up.
He was on the same page because he quickly sat up, pulled the shirt up and over his head before he dove in for another kiss.
After that, playtime and bantering were over. They were both on a mission to touch and tease and kiss every inch of each other. It was a little wild, a little frantic, and incredibly sexy.
She scratched her nails down his back and made him hiss.
He sucked on her nipples, and then gently bit down, making her back arch off the bed.
They rolled around, limbs tangling together, as articles of clothing went flying.
By the time they were both naked, Nora knew this first time wasn’t going to be slow. And she was more than okay with it. With Milo’s mouth doing incredibly wicked things to every spot he touched, she was slowly going insane.
“Milo?” she panted.
“Hmm?”
“Now. Please.” Yeah, begging was totally new to her, and when Milo lifted his head and looked at her, she knew she’d willingly do it again and again just to see that heated look on his face.
And as he crawled up over her, he was no longer the millionaire with the fabulous penthouse. He was just a man.
Her man.
And she really wanted him to stay that way.