Page 67 of Learn Your Limits
“Would you like me to?” I ask, stepping closer to gently pry the towel from his hands. He watches as I rest it on the edge of the sink before taking his trembling hands in mine. Amber eyes dart from our shared hold to my face.
“Yeah.” Reid nods as he replies, his voice a little louder than before.
Moments like these where I can see his confidence build and watch him step out of his shell are beyond precious to me.
Leaning further into his space, I crane my neck to place a small kiss on his cheek, smiling against his stubble as I feel the tension leave his jaw.
“Then please lead the way,” I whisper between us. Stepping back and looking at him, I pause to admire the pink blush spreading across his face before nudging his hand.
With a tight grip, Reid leads me through a narrow hallway, past a bathroom and two other doors until we reach the last one on the left. He opens the door to reveal a clean room void of much personalization, but it makes sense since he's only living here while in school. Still, the lack of family pictures or cherished happy memories pains me. His family has been detached for much longer than when his father disowned him.
His queen size bed is positioned in one corner of the room, made up in a simple navy blue comforter that's been folded back at the top to reveal dark gray sheets beneath. A dark oak desk sits on the opposite wall beneath a cork bulletin board, the board covered in various pieces of Reid's artwork. On top of the desk are a few acrylic containers holding various types of pens, pencils, and markers, materials used to create his art.
This single area is filled with more personality than the rest of his room combined.
But it's the open sketchbook that catches my attention.
His eyes are a weight upon my back as I drift toward the art displayed on the page, my heart stuttering in my chest. Heatclimbs up my neck and lingers on my cheeks, words catching in my throat as my gaze follows every line and curve etched onto the thick paper.
On page, Reid has drawn me artfully nude on a couch, one arm folded beneath my head while my other hand rests near my groin, a blanket draped across my hips to conceal my erection. In the art, it's as though the moment has been captured from above, my lustfully hooded eyes trained up toward where a ceiling would be.
Pulse thrumming in my veins, I swallow thickly, lightly tracing over the image with my finger while being careful to not smear the image.
“It’s not finished yet,” Reid murmurs over my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chest pressing to my back. “I've… been working on it for a while. I was going to give it to you for Christmas, but I've been taking my time with it.”
The smile in his voice is evident when he says, “I wanted you to see yourself the way I see you.” He reaches out and covers my hand with his, guiding my touch over the lines of my body in the artwork. “How strong and handsome…” Reid presses closer, the warmth of his breath skating across the sensitive skin of my neck. “And fucking sexy you are.”
I lean my head back to nuzzle into his hold, and my lips find his temple with a gentle kiss. My eyes shut tightly, overwhelmed by the praise Reid graciously bestows upon me. His love makes me feel like a god amongst men, worshipped so faithfully by him at my altar.
And he knows I’m devotedly on my knees for him as well.
“Reid,” I breathe into auburn hair. Removing our hands from the drawing and turning in his hold, I move closer and frame Reid’s jaw in my hands. “To be seen by you is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”
My lips are on his in an instant, my kisses deep and desperate, hands moving into his hair in an attempt to get him even closer. Reid groans, giving me the perfect opportunity to lick into his mouth and savor his taste. It’s only been a little over a month since we were intimate, but it feels as if it’s been ages.
Even with my body molded to his in our frenzied embrace, he still doesn’t feel close enough. I need every inch of Reid at my command.
“I need you,” I confess against his lips, wanting nothing more than to throw him on the bed and lose myself in him but knowing things are still delicate between us. “How will you let me show my love,Muñeco?”
Chapter forty-eight
Reid
I’ve been stressing over what it would be like to have Milo in the apartment. Now that he’s here, I can’t recall a single reason why I was so worried about it. Having him here in my space feels right.
Being with him feels right. All of the frantic energy that has been buzzing beneath my skin while we’ve been apart suddenly settled when he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine, leaving behind a sense of belonging and comfort.
Milo is my home. Wherever he is, I want to be.
“I just need to feel your body against mine,” I say softly, pulling back just enough to meet his storming gaze. It has been nearly six months since we met, and yet somehow, this moment feels monumental in comparison to any other we have shared.
My hands slide from his waist up to his chest, trembling as I slowly begin to work open the buttons of his navy blue dress shirt.
I shouldn’t be this nervous. Milo and I have explored and devoured nearly every inch of each other, but this feels different. Like the moment unfolding between us will finally shifteverything into place, giving us exactly what we’ve been working toward since we met.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I work open the final button and guide the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes flick to the colorful ink decorating his chest, following the intricate lines. He has always shown such an appreciation for the art that I create, and it makes me wonder what it would be like to see something of my design permanently etched into his skin.
“I missed you,” Milo murmurs against my throat, his fingers working to unbutton my shirt. His lips find every newly exposed inch of my chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before he sinks to his knees in front of me.
