Page 59 of The Candle Palace (Jamison Valley 6)
Milo groaned as the belt popped free. He leaned into me, pressing the bulge behind his zipper into my belly. Then he dove in for our deepest kiss yet, one that erased all others except his.
All week, I’d felt Vernon’s kiss.
Now, it was gone.
Milo fumbled with the gray sweater I’d pulled on before going to meet with HR. His fingers couldn’t seem to get a grip on the hem at first, they worked too frantically to grip the wool. He let out a frustrated groan, slowing the kiss, and the sweater went flying in a whoosh over my head. The movement made my hair float up and billow around us.
He kissed me again, a hard and fast touch, then pulled away and snatched my hand. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
I nodded, ready to get away from the windows where my neighbors could likely see me standing there in just my pink bra. I hurried down the hallway first, Milo’s boot steps following me to my dark bedroom.
I went to turn on the lights but his hand slapped down over mine, stopping me from flicking on the switch. “What?”
“No lights.”
“Oh, okay.” Sex in the dark was fine by me but there was something in the way Milo spoke that made me pause. There was urgency in his voice, almost fear. What was that about?
I didn’t get the chance to ask. Milo reached into his pocket and pulled out the tea light Luna had given him the day we’d met. “Here.”
“You kept it?”
“It was a gift. One worth keeping.”
I smiled and took the light from his hands before walking across my bedroom to place it on the nightstand. Then, I turned back to Milo and flicked the center clasp on my bra free, letting it fall to the floor.
Milo was on me in an instant, his hands wandering over my soft curves. His fingers traced the peaks of my breasts until they found my nipples. He teased them, twisting and dragging his thumb across the buds until they were hard and pebbled.
“Milo,” I moaned, arching my back into his palms.
He dipped his head and kissed the soft skin over my collarbone. “Sara. My Sara.”
My fingers returned to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper to yank them down his narrow hips along with the boxers he wore beneath.
The dance to rid one another of our jeans was full of bumps and colliding fingers. I giggled. He grinned. And when we were both stripped bare, he took my hand and guided me to the bed.
Milo settled his weight between my hips and a marvelous awareness ran through my mind.
This was so . . . right. So natural. We were both a bit awkward as we learned about one another’s bodies. But I wasn’t avoiding his gaze. I didn’t feel shy or uncomfortable. I was filled with curiosity. With anticipation.
I wasn’t experienced with men. I certainly wasn’t an expert in the bedroom. But this . . . I knew no matter what I did, I couldn’t make a mistake. However Milo and I came together would be perfect.
Milo’s lips closed over mine, kissing me until I was writhing beneath him, my legs spread wide in silent invitation.
He reached between us, fisting his shaft, then he dragged it through my folds, making me shudder. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I nodded, my bottom lip caught between my teeth.
With a sure stroke, Milo filled me. I gasped as I adjusted to his size and length. Another shudder ran down my spine as he thrust himself even deeper. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I hummed my agreement and circled my hips, urging him to move.
He buried his face in my neck, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin beneath my ear as he withdrew and glided inside once more, hitting a spot that made my breath hitch each time.
My orgasm built with urgency, stealing all coherent thought. “Milo, I—” White stars broke behind my eyes before I could finish my warning. My legs shook as the pulsing release raked over my body.
Milo rocked the bed as his rhythm intensified, his cock driving hard until he stiffened with his own release, moaning my name into the dark room as he came inside me with hot spurts.
When he was spent, Milo collapsed on top of me and gave me his weight. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, trapping him in place.
