Page 131 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
But what could we do right now?
Dammit. I hated this.
Miles stirred in my arms, murmuring, “Did the kids just leave?”
“Yeah.”
“How are they getting home?”
“They said they had a ride.”
“Oh. I wish… I wish they would’ve stayed.”
“Me too. I told them they could, but they wanted to leave.”
“That… sucks.”
“Agreed.” I kissed the side of his head. “Want to head upstairs?”
He groaned and pushed me until I was lying all the way back on the couch, then he rolled on top of me, rested his head on my chest, and murmured, “Let’s stay here.”
I laughed. “So you can squish me to death?”
“Yep.”
I laughed again and ran my hand through his hair. He wasn’t actually squishing me since he wasn’t that big and half his body weight was on the couch between my legs, so I was content to stay here with him.
Miles removed his gloves, which made me extremely happy. He tucked one hand under my shirt and began running his fingertips up and down my side, making goosebumps appear there and lulling me into a peacefulness I only found when it was just the two of us alone.
Twenty minutes later, he scooted up my body to capture my mouth in the most tender kiss I’d ever felt. My belly swooped, little tingles of pleasure flittering through my chest. God, I loved this man. So damn much.
I really wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. Not yet. He’d probably freak out and panic if I said it right now, and that was the last thing I wanted.
I needed to wait until he was ready.
But maybe I could show him.
Reaching down, I grabbed his leg, hooking it up and over my hip as I ground up into him and kissed him fiercely, my other hand tangling in his fine hair. We kissed for a long time, and I poured everything into it.
I knew he couldn’t actually sense my emotions because of my null magic, but I hoped he could still feel it in the way I kissed him, the way I held him, the way I… loved him with everything I had.
I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed his ass, making him groan and grind into me.
Our bodies moved together, our cocks hardening against one another as we deepened our kisses. He tasted so fucking good, felt so damn good against me. I loved Miles’s lithe body. He was fit because of his job, his muscles toned under his loose clothing.
I slipped both hands into his pants and squeezed his ass, pulling him harder against me, then I brushed my finger against his hole, and he sucked in a breath.
“You’re so sexy.”
That made him snort.
“What? You are. Sexiest man alive.”
He laughed at that. “Now I know you’re lying.” His voice was filled with amusement. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me. You’re literally already in my pants.”
I chuckled at that and nibbled along his collarbone. “But I like sweet-talking you.” I kissed one cheek, then the other. “Makes you blush oh so prettily.”
He snorted, cupped the back of my head, and pulled me into a kiss as he continued to grind against me.
