If I Only Knew(55)

“What about your job? What do we do about the fact that you can’t continue to work for me?”

“Danielle,” Milo’s voice is soft. “No more talking.”

My pulse is pounding like a drum in my ear. “Kiss me.”

He takes his time, unlike before, measuring each inch as he gets closer. My breathing quickens as the anticipation builds. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.

I move toward him, gripping the back of his neck tenderly, and close the gap.

When our lips touch, I moan. He kisses me softly but still ardently. I can feel the desire coming off him in waves.

“Fuck, you’re bloody perfect,” he says and then pushes me back toward the head of the bed.

Milo crawls his way toward me. I lie there as his weight settles on top of me. I can feel his cock against my center and my head spins.

I remember how good he was before, and that he most definitely knows how to use it. I’ve craved his touch since that day, and I’m hoping I get plenty of it tonight.

“No, I’m not.”

He pushes my hair back. “You are to me.”

My heart swells and I bring my lips back to his. I love the way he tastes, smells, and feels against me. I love how when he looks at me, I feel strong and wanted. I love that Milo is sweet to me but remains professional with the others. It’s crazy because if I told people what he’s like, they’d never believe it.

Only I get the real him.

There are no walls between us. He is who he is, and I can be me.

Relationships like that don’t happen to many people, let alone twice in one lifetime.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at me. “I’ve never made love to anyone, sweetheart, but I want to tonight.”

I smile. “I want that too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Milo pushes up to his knees, and pulls me with him. My fingers slowly undo each button of his shirt, and then push it off his shoulders.

He lifts my shirt, exposing my breasts, and makes a low groan from his throat.

I watch him climb off the bed. “Stand up,” he orders.

My chest is tight, but I do as he says.

“Take off your trousers,” Milo tells me.

“I’d rather take yours off.”

He smiles and raises a brow. “By all means.”

I start to undo the buckle and his hands tangle in my hair as he crashes his lips to mine.

Milo kisses me like I’m the air he’s desperate for. Time doesn’t exist right now, and I’m under his spell.

My fingers struggle more, but I finally get the button free as his lips stay fused to mine. Milo’s tongue plunges in my mouth, and we duel for power. He, of course, wins.

Milo’s fingers hook in my pants and he pushes them down.

When I can’t breathe, he releases me.

He drops lower, eyes staying on mine, as he removes them completely, then steps out of his.

We’re bared to each other, completely exposed.

Neither of us move as we take in this moment. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Then let me make you feel good.” He tucks my hair behind my ears. “Give me your heart.”

“You have it,” I reply.

He took it when I wasn’t even aware it was up for grabs.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Milo’s voice cracks a little.

His hand slides from my neck down my arm and our fingers tangle. “Do I have yours?” I ask.

“I think you had it the moment I saw you. Here was this woman, standing tall even when she felt lost. If I only knew you’d turn my world upside down . . .”

I touch his face with my other hand. “If I only knew the man who wanted to ruin me would end up being the man who put me back together, I would’ve never fought it to begin with.”

“I’m going to make love to you now,” Milo says as he lays me on the bed.

Our lips touch and the time for talking is over.

Milo’s hands graze over my skin and I close my eyes, savoring every touch. He’s soft with me, unlike when we went at it like kids on the desk. Now, I want to take my time with him.

I moan when his tongue swirls around my nipple before he takes it in his mouth, sucking and flicking it back and forth.

He slides down my body, trailing his tongue as he goes. I close my eyes, preparing for the onslaught of pleasure he’s about to give me.

Slowly he makes his way to my core, and then Milo reminds me why I’ve been craving this.

“Holy shit,” I pant as he starts to use pressure on my clit. My head thrashes back and forth as he continues to drive me crazy. I slide my fingers in his dark hair, trying to ground myself to Earth.

He’s too good at this.

If there is such a thing.

“Milo,” I moan. “Oh, God. Right there. I can’t . . . I’m going to . . . I. Oh. Yes!” I yell as my orgasm rocks through me.

He climbs back up, kissing me as he does. “I don’t know that I’ll ever tire of doing that.”

I smile, forcing my eyes open. “I don’t know that I will either.”

“Well, good thing we have plenty of time for me to give you many more then,” Milo’s voice drips with sex.