Page 27 of Learn Your Limits
Chapter twenty-two
Emiliano
The closing of a car door is what finally makes me stop pacing.
After sending Reid my address, I sprung from my unexpected early-evening nap and began to tidy things that didn’t need to be cleaned while I waited. I’m nervous—there’s no other way to put it. This is going to be a monumental leap for both of us, and I can only hope it’s in the right direction.
My emotions are a tangled mess. After my lunch with Teresa, I quickly wrapped up last minute dealings in my office before I headed home to begin my long weekend. The entirety of the afternoon felt like I was merely going through the motions because my mind was preoccupied with Reid. I knew his date was tonight, and I agonized over the outcome of it all. I amstillfixated on it, though I know I can’t blame him for anything that may have happened.
And I invited him to my home. As a way to claim him? As a way for him to claim me? I’m not certain. The need to see him outweighs any devastating news I may hear about his date. The need to remind him of what we have together—this absolute craving—cannot be ignored. I’ll ensure he knows it.
Reid’s steps stop as he approaches the door, and I cannot control myself. The door slams against the wall with the force of opening it, and I lunge. Soft hair teases my palm as I cup the back of his neck and wrench him toward me, past the threshold and into my home.
Fuck.
Pliant and soft against me, he makes me want to mark him as mine with the whimpers he lets out at my rough treatment. But he doesn’t try to get away, only pushes himself closer and closer until our breaths mingle and Ifinallypress my lips to his.
The frustration of the past few weeks and knowing he was out on a date with someone else seeps into my kiss. I’m not gentle—I can’t be right now. His embrace returns the energy. His hands claw into the fabric of my shirt, his nails digging crescents into my skin.
Frenzied and unable to be separated from him for a single second, I choose to kick the door closed so as to not disturb this messy and perfect reunion.
“I’ve.” My tongue moves against his lips. “Missed.” My teeth bite his bottom lip. “You.”
A moan emanates from his chest before he pulls back. “Fuck, Milo. I’ve missed you too,” he says between panting breaths. His tongue swipes at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. Losing myself in the moment, I meet him in another kiss. Unhurried compared to our first, I take my time tracing patterns against his lips, committing the taste of him to memory.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my voice hoarse as I pull away. There are things we need to discuss, and we can’t do that with our mouths occupied as they are. My hand on the nape of his neck tightens and pulls him back, halting his efforts when he leans in to seal his lips over mine once more. “Reid, we need a moment to talk.” I try my best to make my words come out soft and reassuring.
His warm amber eyes search mine, his chest heaving with each breath. “I know,” he sighs, his eyes falling to my mouth before he meets my gaze. His hands grip my hips for an all-too-brief moment, and then his touch disappears as he takes a step back, attempting to move out of my embrace.
“I said we had to talk, not that I’m taking my hands off of you.” My words are nearly a growl. “I don’t think I have it in me to stop touching you after denying myself for so long.” Trailing my hand down the fabric of his shirt, I stop and splay my hand on the small of his back.
He huffs out a soft laugh. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to think while you’re touching me.”
“I believe I have a subject that may simmer down the moment.” Nudging him, I step to the side to lead him into the kitchen, still refusing to take my hand off him. The way he immediately follows my lead pleases me, but this next part is something I’m dreading asking, so of course, I feign ease with humor. “I want to hear about your date.”
“My date?” he asks, sounding surprised by the request.
“Call it a sick curiosity,” I reply, only stepping away from him once we reach the kitchen so I can grab us a couple of waters.
He lets out a shaky breath, and I can feel the heat of his stare blazing against my back.
“It was...” he trails off, seemingly gathering his thoughts. “It was surprisingly good. But, Milo, whatever it is you’re thinking, please stop. Avalon was nice, but we just spent the night as friends. Turns out her dad is just as much a piece of shit as mine is. Well, maybe notasbad, but there’s a reason why they run in the same circle.” His tongue swipes across his lips before he raises a hand, dragging his thumb across his lower lip. “I told her about you before we left her front porch. I don’t even want to imagine kissing someone else.”
“I have no right to feel relief from you telling me that,” I begin, pausing as I slide a full glass of water to him. “Do you know how ridiculous I felt obsessing over you dating someone else when I have no claim over you? When our relationship is practically non-existent?” My thoughts are unfiltered as I air my worries.
I look at Reid only to see him staring at me with soft eyes that are too understanding for the missteps I’ve taken.
He steps forward, slowly closing the distance between us and forcing me to tilt my head back ever so slightly to meet his gaze. One of his hands reaches out, grasping mine as he says, “Emiliano, I don’t want our relationship to be non-existent. I just spent the last few hours feeling like I betrayed you. All I could think about the entire time was how much I would’ve rather been here with you.”
“Muñeco,” I breathe his pet name. My eyes are locked on his, my thumb tracing over his knuckles as I continue to bare myself to him. “I’m dying to ask you for exclusivity, but how can I when I can’t offer you anything more than a secret relationship until the end of the semester?”
“I think I would give you anything you asked for, Milo. I would rather be secretly exclusive with you than out in public with anyone else.” He takes another step forward, his hips pressing into mine while his other hand finds my waist. He leans down, his lips a breath away.
“Anything I asked for, huh?” The words are a warm caress against his lips as my cock stirs, causing my joggers to feel restrictive. The constant underlying sexual thrill I feel whenever Reid is nearby is deafening. I lose myself too easily in his presence, and it drives me to my breaking point. “Reid, do you want to know how I felt—what I did—at the thought of someone else touching you like this?”
He swallows thickly. “What did you do?” His voice trembles as his hand fists the fabric of my shirt, keeping me close.
Choosing not to answer right away, I instead bring my hands up to the buttons of his dress shirt and slowly begin to undo the first one as I speak. “I found your cum after you fucked into my thigh in my office.”
