I took one more look at our adorable little guy before softly closing the door. I sighed and turned around, pressing my hands to Miller’s chest. “School? We can’t send him to school.” I’d been teaching him by myself. He could already say his alphabet and he could count pretty high.
“Hey.” Miller reached down and smoothed my furrowed brow with his thumb. “He’s only three. We have two more years to worry about that.”
“But…”
“Right now, let’s just enjoy ourselves. In our little bubble.” He pulled me in close.
“He should be socializing though, right? What if I keep him here too long and he doesn’t know how to make friends?”
“Kids know how to make friends. It’s fine.”
“What if we do send him and he starts stripping in class?”
Miller laughed. “Well that would just be hilarious…”
“Miller!” I pressed my lips together. “I’m a terrible mother, aren’t I?”
“What? No.” He cupped the side of my face in his hand. “Not in a million years.”
“He’s scared of everyone he comes across and he doesn’t like clothes.”
“I don’t like clothes either. And honestly, you’re wearing a little too many for my taste.”
“Miller I’m being serious…”
“Me too.” He leaned down and hoisted me over his shoulder.
I laughed as he carried me to our bedroom. “You’re impossible, you know.”
“You’re worrying about nothing. Jacob’s an adorable kid. When we think it’s safe to send him to school he’ll make tons of friends. With or without clothes.” He lightly slapped my butt.
“He has to wear clothes if he goes to school.”
“Then he’ll probably choose not to go. Win win.”
I laughed as Miller threw me down on our bed. But my laughter died in my throat as Miller peeled off his shirt.
“Okay, fine, maybe clothes are a little overrated.”
“Rawr.”
I laughed as he stalked toward me. “What are you doing?”
He rawred again.
I squealed as he reached for my ankle. I pushed myself up on my knees and crawled along the bed as he rawred again.
I tossed a pillow at him and jumped off the bed as he lunged for me.
He chased me around the room, prowling after me. God, how was he so sexy even when he was being ridiculously silly?
I was completely out of breath as he caged me in against the door. “You caught me,” I said, panting. “What are you going to do to me now?”
“I’m going to eat you.”
It was such a classic monster response. I would have tried to run again, but he dropped to his knees, pushing my shorts and panties down.
Oh.Eat me.He lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder.Oh God.Miller was ridiculously good at erasing my worries. He slowly swirled his tongue around inside of me.Yes. Just like that.
