Page 158 of Seasons of Love
“Then you’re standing in it.” He runs his hands up until they’re behind my neck, keeping me in place while he kisses me with as much heat as he did this morning against the car.
“Where do you want me?” I gasp when he releases my lips.
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MILO
Where do you want me?
Is Ellis really asking what I think he’s asking?
“Maybe here.” I push him to face the nearest wall. “Arms up.”
He does as I command, and I remove his shirt. I kiss the middle of his back between the shoulder blades. He moans, pushing his ass back.
“Or maybe…here…” I take his hand and turn him so his back is to the kitchen sink. I fall to my knees, pulling his shorts down with me.
He’s hard and needy. I never thought I’d love having this kind of power over someone, but hearing Ellis moan as I stroke his dick and nuzzle against his balls is an addicting sound.
I take his shoes off and then stand to meet him face to face.
“You’re a little overdressed,” he says.
“It seems we have a habit of ending up in this predicament, Mr. Bradford.”
He laughs.
“Tell me. Do you usually lose your clothes this quickly?”
He looks straight into my eyes. “I never lose anything, Milo. My clothes, my mind, or my willpower. Except when I’m with you.”
I have to take a deep, steady breath to keep from turning him around and fucking him until we’ve both forgotten our names.
No, I have a bed, and I intend to use it.
“If this is your room, do you sleep standing up?”
I shrug. “I’ve been known to do it, especially just after Sara was born and I was practically a zombie.”
“Hmm…” He puts a finger to his lips. “If there’s no bed…where are you going to fuck me?”
I growl. Fuck me. I growl.
“Just remember, my old bones might not enjoy the floor as much as a comfortable bed or couch,” he says.
I look down at his erection. “You don’t have a problem with your boners, from what I see.”
“And you still have too many clothes on. Like, all of them,” he moans.
I pull down the Murphy bed from the cabinet in the wall.
“Space saver,” I say before I throw him on the bed. He pulls me with him, and his hands get busy trying to undress me while we kiss again.
“God, I love your body,” he says.
“Ditto.”
We wrestle to get me out of my clothes because we can’t stop touching and kissing. It’s as if a switch has flipped in both of us and it’s a race to heaven.
