Page 36 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I took a breath, and he laughed. “You’re not carrying me up the steps, Win!”
I pecked his lips. “Sure I am.”
“You’re gonna drop me—ahhhhhh!” He screamed as I went up the first step, and he clung to me harder—a definite perk to this experiment.
That at least let me hold him with only one arm so I could grab the rail with the other. Holy shit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Put me down, you maniac!”
That made me laugh, and I went up another step. Then another and another.
Miles relaxed when we made it to the landing, and even though my legs were a little shaky, I was determined to go the rest of the way.
I put one foot on the first step, and Miles leaned back, cupped my cheeks, and made me look him in the eyes. “You know, if you put me down here, I promise I’ll still think you’re a big, strong, sexy man. Mr. White Knight.”
I snorted and kissed him, then grabbed on tighter and went up the step. I went up another, then used that momentum to go up five more. Just as I was reaching the last step, my toes hit the ledge, and I missed it entirely.
Before I knew what was happening, I was falling forward. I managed to catch myself with one hand so I didn’t squish Miles, and did my best to protect him with my other hand. But he still landed on his ass and back with anOomph.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” I was an idiot. I’d hurt my boyfriend, all because I was… what? Trying to prove myself? Because I was being stubborn? What? What had I been thinking? Maybe I—
My brain screeched to a halt when the sound of Miles’s laughter filled the staircase.
He was laughing. He waslaughing.
I leaned up to see tears streaming down his face, and he cupped my cheeks again, pulling me into a kiss that was all smiles and teeth. “You are so ridiculous.” His chuckles made his sentence come up stilted. “You should’ve put me down.”
His laughter was contagious, and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I laughed too. “I’m so sorry.”
That made him laugh harder. “No… don’t be… that was… hilarious.”
I snorted and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Are you hurt?”
“Nope.” He hesitated. “But something is… uh, aching.”
I leaned up to make eye contact, trying to lift one eyebrow—and failing. “What? What hurts?”
He made a face I couldn’t interpret, then threw his hand over his eyes and groaned with a laugh. “I was trying to, you know…” He moved his hips up so his half-hard cock brushed my stomach.
Ohhhhhh. “Oh, your cock is aching, huh?”
“Oh my god. Don’t say that.” He was laughing again.
“You’re the one who said it first.”
He groaned with another laugh. “No, I didn’t.”
“Uh-huh.”
He pushed my shoulder. “Shut it, you.”
I pushed my hips forward, brushing against his cock again. “I think I can help with that.”
He laughed, but his eyes were twinkling with want and need.
Leaning down, I lifted his shirt as high as it would go and started kissing my way down his body, using my lips, tongue, and teeth. We were on the stairs, but he was too delicious to wait any longer. I nibbled on his hip, then tugged on the waistband of his pants, looking up at him for permission.
He was staring down at me as if transfixed. He bit his lip—likely not even knowing how sexy that was—then nodded and lifted his hips.
