Page 141 of The Incredible Ordinary

My toes curl, and my breaths start to come out faster.

I push back into him.

He’s already hard, and my ass against his cock makes him exhale loudly.

“I want you,” he says.

“That’s good,” I say with a soft laugh. “I want you too.”

He kisses my neck again and leans his forehead against the nape of my neck.

“Are we—do you want to?”

I nod. “Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. “All of it. Everything. Anything.”

His fingers tighten on my waist. Another loud exhale whispers over my skin.

He lets go of me and steps back, and I feel the loss immediately.

He walks backward toward the bed. He quirks a brow, grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweats and pushes them down along with his underwear.

And then he’s naked.

My throat is thick and air has a hard time getting through as I take him in. His smooth chest and tight abdominal muscles, golden in the firelight. Muscular thighs and long legs. The hollow at his throat. The golden-brown hair at his groin.

His thick cock, standing up proudly.

“Your show,” he says and holds his arms out. “Do anything you want with me.”

I lick my dry lips.

“Anything?” I repeat.

He grins; a wolfish smile I feel everywhere.

“Anything,” he says.

It’s a lot of freedom to give to somebody who’s not quite sure what they’re doing.

I hesitate for a second, and while I do, he raises a brow at me.

What are you waiting for?

I don’t know, to be honest.

I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. His eyes wander up and down my chest, and he licks his lips.

“Go on,” he says.

I push my pants down, and my cock springs up to slap against my abdomen.

“Oh, fuck,” Milán says in a strained voice that makes me smile. “This is a very good start.”

I let out a dizzy laugh. “Is it?”

He nods, eyes shining, the firelight playing over his body.

It takes me a moment to get my feet to move. I walk over to the bed and slide my fingertips over his calf. His leg twitches, and I smile.