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He hums quietly as he starts washing my body, as if taking care of me is the most natural thing for him to do while his words linger in the air around us. His movements are a caress against my skin while he holds my back to his chest. My head rests against his shoulder as my eyes flutter shut, pressure building behind them and threatening to spill over. Nobody has ever shown me this kind of tenderness. He takes his time washing my hair and cleaning every inch of my body, his hands massaging muscles I didn’t even realize were sore.
When he’s finished, I take the loofah from his hands, add a little more soap, and spin around to face him. “Would you want that?” I ask, my voice low with hesitation. Beginning my own exploration of his body, I slowly run my hands over his shoulders, across his chest, and down his abdomen, showing him the same care he’s shown me.
“Of course, but your comfort comes first if you’d rather use condoms,” he says, gently rinsing the soap from both our bodies. I can’t detect any bitterness or judgment in his words.
Smiling, I drop the loofah and rest my hands on his waist, pulling him closer until my forehead rests against his. “I want you, Milo. In every way that I can have you,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his.
His mouth claims mine, and we stand pressed together beneath the water until it runs cold. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open by the time we’re curled up in bed together, the lastfew weeks catching up to me. My head is resting on his chest, fingers tracing over the intricate design inked across his skin and through the smattering of hair.
“Rest,Muñeco,” he says gently, sliding on his black, thick-rimmed glasses. The arm curled around me pulls me tighter to him while he picks up a book with his other. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I hum softly, reaching a hand up to grasp his jaw and pull him in for a short and sweet kiss. All I’ve wanted is time to just be with Milo, and now that I’m finally here with him, my entire body feels at peace. There’s nowhere else I would rather be right now.
Chapter twenty-four
Emiliano
Hair tickles my nostrils as I rouse from sleep. After taking a moment to open my eyes and focus my vision, I notice the man wrapped around me. Literally. Reid’s body is plastered against mine, his arm thrown over my abdomen and his leg nestled between my thighs while his head rests in the crook of my neck.
A slow smile eases its way on my lips. The memory of last night is as warm as the breath on my chest. Despite the toll these last few weeks have taken on me—on us—it all feels worth it at this moment.
There are things I need to reflect on and possibly compartmentalize for the time being, but I cannot imagine feeling like last night was a mistake. I’ve made my intentions and what I’m willing to sacrifice for him clear, and that’s all I can give. At least with it being Fall Break, I’m afforded more time to avoid the real world and any consequences that may come.
I have an escape planned for the week, but I’m afraid I’ll feel the loss of Reid if I follow through. Maybe I can convince him to come with me.
Glancing at my alarm clock, I see it’s well into the morning. Typically, I’m an early riser, so I blame the temptation of Reid’s body for my tardiness.
It feels like a crime to wake him from such a peaceful sleep. His lips are pursed as they rest against my chest, his breathing deep and even as his eyes flutter in reaction to my gentle shaking.
Deciding he might need more to wake him, I crane my neck to place a soft kiss on his temple. “Reid,” I whisper into his hair.
He groans in response, eyes refusing to open as his hand slides down to my waist. His fingers slowly trail along the waistband of my pants as his hips press into my side. His hand settles with his fingers dipped just beneath the fabric, his breathing once again deep and even as he fights against waking up.
“Reid, it’s time to wake up,” I repeat, my voice a little louder this time. He feels so good against me, and it pains me to have to wake him up, but I’m set to leave for vacation in a few hours. Deciding to try a different approach, I grasp the auburn hair at the back of his head and pull him off my chest. Before he makes more than a peep, my lips are on his, coaxing him awake with the promise of more if he just fucking gets up.
He sucks in a breath, his hand grasping my hip as he pulls my body against his. “Milo,” he groans, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side, hiding his lips from mine. “No kissing,” he grumbles, his fingers curling around the waistband of my pants and using his hold on the fabric to pull my body over his.
Laughing, I straddle his hips and look down at him. “Reid, my cock was in your mouth not ten hours ago. I think you can handle some morning breath.” My fingers brush back the hair falling onto his forehead, rocking myself into him as furtherenticement to wake up. “Listen, I am planning to get on the road in a few hours.”
His amber eyes finally open and meet mine, his brows furrowing as he looks up at me. “You’re leaving?”
“I am, and I would like you to consider coming with me.”
His hips press up, his erection grinding against mine as the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. “I’d love to come with you,” he teases, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as a light blush climbs up his cheeks.
“Well, it seems that’s the only way to fully wake you,” I tease right back, my statement emphasized with a roll of my hips. “Our vacation would start in a couple of hours,Muñeco.”
“Wait, you’re serious? You want me to go with you?” He sits up on his elbows, suddenly seeming more awake as his warm eyes search mine.
“I can’t imagine spending any time away from you after last night.” My thumb brushes through the thin trail of hair leading down from his navel, caressing each little freckle I find.
“If spending the break with you is an option, I’m in,” he says. “But I don’t think it’ll take a few hours to get ready. I’m sure you can spare a few minutes...” He lies back, his hands finding my waist and encouraging me to rock against him as he presses up into me.
My eyebrows raise in surprise. “No need for details?” Trailing my fingers from his stomach to his chest and to the dip of his throat, I stare down in wonder. There’s a thrill that comes with the trust he places in me.
“Just tell me what to pack, and we’re good.” He shrugs.
“And if I tell you there’s no need to pack clothing?” I ask with a pointed brow, curious about his answer and how his fantasies might reveal themselves. “That I’d like you naked for the entirety of vacation with me?”
