If I Only Knew(66)

“Okay, but do you say all words funny?”

Milo scoffs. “I don’t say things funny, you do.”

“You don’t even say bathroom,” Parker counters.

“Because it’s a loo.”

“Lou who?”

“Not Lou, loo,” Milo explains.

Parker looks at him like he’s crazy, and starts to giggle. “You guys are a trip. Come on, Parker, it’s time to go with Aunt Kristin.”

He groans. “But Aubrey will try to make me dress up and get married.”

Milo chuckles and I roll my eyes. “You’ll survive.”

Milo helps me corral Parker and get him settled. It’s as though he just gets how to be a good man. For someone who doesn’t have kids or was never serious about a woman before, Milo is a great boyfriend. Here he is, for three days, to be here for me because he knew I might need support.

“Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, baby.” I give Parker another big hug.

Then he turns to Milo. “Bye, Milo. I really missed you!” He wraps his arms around Milo’s neck and holds on tight.

“I missed you too.”

Kristin grabs my hand and squeezes. Both of us know what it’s like to have another man come into our lives already having children. It’s scary and a leap of faith like none other. You have to hope that everyone can find their way. Thankfully, this has been seamless thus far.

And that’s what also tells me it’s right.

We get everyone out the door and we both stand there.

Alone.

And then, before another breath passes, we collide.

My arms are around his neck, he clutches me to him, and our lips are everywhere. We kiss hard, then soft, moving our mouths down each other’s necks, then back up again. I can’t get enough of him.

We both moan as our hands begin to roam each other’s bodies. Every touch is better than the last.

Milo pushes my back against the wall, and his hot body and the cool wall sends shivers through me. Neither of us talk. Our mouths are fused together, tongues pushing against each other in a kiss that says so much.

He pulls me off the wall, guiding me deeper into the house. Both of us clawing at each other. My hands yearn to touch his skin, so I pull his dress shirt off, tossing it to the ground. Milo follows suit and rips my shirt off over my head as we keep moving.

“God, you feel so good,” he says.

“I missed you,” I breathe and then our lips collide again. No more talking.

I reach for his pants, undoing the button. He steps out of them, continuing to reach whatever bed or surface we find quickest. I want his clothes off. I want him touching me.

It’s been too long that I’ve been without him.

I need him so much.

He pulls my shorts down as my backside hits the couch.

“I have to have you,” he says before kissing me again.

“Need you, too.”

His hands are everywhere. Rubbing and squeezing my breasts, my hands grip his cock, and then he moves his hand to my clit. There’s no finesse to our touch. Neither of us can get enough, and yet we still need more. Milo lifts me into his arms, my legs wrap around him and he walks to the center of the living room.

Both of us are now completely bare to each other. He lies me on the rug and sits up on his knees. “I thought about you like this every day that I was gone.”

I smile. “I’m glad you missed me.”

“Very much.”

“Show me,” I request.

Milo’s grin turns mischievous. “It would be my pleasure.”

He hovers over me, hands beside my head, his lips barely touching mine. “Milo,” I whimper.

“I have other places I want my mouth first.”

And he does. He slides his tongue down my neck, moving slowly across each breast, then he travels to my pussy, licking, and flicking my clit.

“Yes,” I moan as my fingers tangle in his hair.

I build so quickly, it doesn’t seem possible. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline, or the fact that for three weeks I’ve dreamed of this reunion, but I’m on fire. Each cell is alive with desire, firing off different sensations. Hot and cold, pleasure and pain, but it all feels so good.

He feels good.

I start to shake as my orgasm hovers on the precipice. “I’m so close,” I yell out.

My back arches as the sensations become too much. I feel as though my body is about to shatter from the immense pleasure he’s drawing from me.

Then, he inserts a few fingers, and twists. That’s all it takes. I’m completely gone.

I writhe on the floor, calling out his name, and then he crawls back above me.

“Stunning.”

I smile. “I love you.”

The words came out so easily, and I stop breathing for a second. I knew I loved him, and I do, but I didn’t know I was going to say it right then.

We’ve talked about how we’re falling in love, but neither have fully . . . said it.

Until now.

Milo doesn’t say anything, and now I feel like a total ass. He looks at me—stunned.

“You don’t have to say it back,” I say quickly. “It’s really okay. I just . . . I don’t know, it felt like the right thing to say.”

Shit.