Knot me on ice, Captain(BL)-Chapter 170: Say it again

Leo

The private jet landed in Oak City just after midnight but by the time the car dropped me off at Miller’s building, it was almost 3AM.

Heavy rain was pouring down. It was the kind that soaked through clothes in seconds. I hadn’t bothered with an umbrella. I just wanted to get here.

When I reached Miller’s door, I was drenched and shivering, my buzz cut dripping water down my neck. My hand trembled slightly as I pressed the doorbell then knocked loudly when there was no immediate response.

A minute later, the door finally opened.

Miller stood there in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, looking like he’d just woken up. His eyes widened the second he saw me.

"What the heck...?" he muttered, taking in my soaked clothes and the way I was visibly shivering. "Leo? What the hell are you doing here at three in the morning?"

I tried to speak, but my teeth were chattering too much. The cold rain had seeped all the way to my bones.

Miller didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside quickly, closing the door behind us.

The familiar penthouse greeted me — that same industrial luxury loft I remembered from before. The open space with its carefully placed mid-century furniture, the hockey artwork on the walls, and that large framed photo of his parents watching over the living room.

Everything was still immaculate, almost unused, just like the last time I’d been here.

Miller guided me further inside, his hand warm against my cold, wet arm. "You’re freezing. Come on, get out of those clothes before you catch hypothermia."

He disappeared for a second and returned with a thick towel and one of his hoodies. Without asking, he started helping me peel off my soaked jacket, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the tension between us.

"You flew all the way here in the middle of the night... in this weather?" he asked, his voice low and rough with disbelief.

"Are you out of your mind?"

I wrapped the towel around my shoulders, still shivering.

My glasses were fogged up and streaked with rain. I took them off and wiped them on the dry part of the towel, trying to find the right words.

"I... I had to come," I said quietly, my voice hoarse. "You wouldn’t pick up my calls. You left without saying anything. I couldn’t just... wait."

Miller stared at me for a long moment without saying anything.

The hurt from earlier was still there in his eyes, but so was something else — confusion, maybe even a flicker of concern.

"Sit down," he finally said, nodding toward the brown leather bench in his living room. "You’re going to get sick if you stay in those wet clothes."

"Go change first," he said, handing the clothes to me. "You’re going to catch a cold if you stay in those wet things. You know where the bathroom is."

I nodded and headed to the bathroom, my shoes squelching with every step.

When I put on his clothes, they were comically oversized. The hoodie swallowed me whole, the sleeves hanging past my hands, and the sweatpants kept sliding down my hips no matter how tightly I tied the drawstring.

I looked ridiculous, but at least I was dry and warm.

When I came back out, Miller had already made a fresh pot of coffee. He placed a steaming mug on the kitchen island in front of me without a word.

I wrapped my cold fingers around the mug and took a small sip, the heat slowly spreading through my chest.

For a moment, none of us said anything. The silence between us was heavy and I didn’t want to waste anymore time so I spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Did you... get my voicemails?"

Miller leaned against the opposite side of the kitchen island, arms crossed over his bare chest.

He just shrugged.

That shrug sent a spark of frustration through me.

"I flew all night just to get to you," I said, my voice rising slightly. "In the pouring rain, at three in the morning. All because I’m sorry. And you’re standing there acting like it doesn’t even matter?"

Miller shrugged again, his expression unreadable.

That was it. Now he was acting like a total jerk.

"Seriously?" I set the mug down. "That’s all the response I’m getting? After everything? After I flew here, after I poured my heart out in that recording... after I admitted that I’ve fallen in love with you?"

Miller’s eyes widened. He pushed off the island and slowly walked around it until he was standing right in front of me.

"That’s the word I was waiting to hear," he said, smiling at me.

Before I could process what was happening, he leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed or angry. It was slow, deep, and warm — like he was pouring weeks of frustration and longing into one kiss.

His hand slid up the back of my neck and into my short buzz cut, fingers gently gripping the damp strands as he tilted my head just enough to deepen the kiss.

His other hand rested on my waist, pulling me closer even though his oversized hoodie was bunched between us.

The taste of coffee lingered on his tongue, mixed with something that was purely Miller — something warm, familiar, and addictive.

For a moment, the entire world narrowed down to the press of his lips, the steady heat of his body against mine, and the way his thumb brushed softly against the nape of my neck.

When he finally pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, we were both breathing harder.

"Say it again," he whispered against my lips.

I rolled my eyes, even as a reluctant smile tugged at my mouth. "Silly alpha... I am not saying shits!"

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and deep. "I’ll definitely hear you say it over and over again."

Before I could reply, Miller leaned in and kissed me again.

This time the kiss was the same as before. Soft and gentle, almost careful. Like he was savoring the fact that I was really here.

His lips moved slowly against mine, warm and coaxing and I kissed him back.

Then he lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the edge of the kitchen island. The oversized hoodie rode up as I settled there, and Miller stepped between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs.

The kiss quickly grew deeper. His mouth trailed from my lips down to my neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my skin that made my breath hitch. He moved back up, brushing his lips over my cheeks, my jaw, then back to my mouth again, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to kiss me most.

"Wanna take this to my room?" he murmured against my ear.

I could hear the want in his tone.

I tried to keep some sense of control. "We should talk first—"

"Talk later," he cut in, already lifting me off the island with ease. "I want you now, Leo." He said and carried me down the hallway, kissing me the entire way, his mouth never leaving mine for long.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he pushed open the door to his bedroom and laid me down on the large bed.

The moment my back hit the mattress, Miller followed, covering my body with his. He kissed me again. His hand slipped under the oversized hoodie, warm palm sliding over my bare skin as he hovered above me, his eyes dark and intense.

Miller’s mouth moved down my neck, his tongue tracing slow, heated paths over my skin that made my breath stutter. Every kiss sent sparks straight through me, and for a moment I let him have control, my head tilting back against the pillow as he explored.

But only for a moment.

I flipped us suddenly, using my strength to roll him onto his back. Miller’s eyes widened in surprise as I straddled his hips, pinning him beneath me.

I leaned down and kissed him hard, taking back control with a deep, demanding kiss that left both of us breathless.

When I pulled back slightly, I looked straight into his eyes.

"Enigmas like to be in control," I reminded him. "Always."

Miller’s hands settled on my thighs, squeezing them gently then he smiled. "I don’t care about bottoming," he raised his hand and pinched my cheek. "As long as it’s you."

That simple admission sent a rush of heat through me.

I rose up slightly, grabbed the hem of the oversized hoodie I was wearing, and pulled it off in one motion.