Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Ethan’s chest rose and fell faster, and there was a flicker in his eyes.
“Why the hell are you so beautiful? Prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen… and more addictive than any drug…”
Milo’s blush deepened. “I’m not pretty. I’m an athlete, I work out… I’ve got muscles.”
“That just gives you perfect lines and angles for me to trace with my tongue,” Ethan said, voice low, reverent but still edged with hunger.
Milo’s chest tightened, his face burning, but he leaned in for another kiss. Ethan returned it with slow, consuming heat before finally withdrawing, the loss making Milo shiver.