Page 161 of Mila: The Godfather

My chest feels tight when I think of them. When I miss them, but I know we’ll meet again soon when we’re all in a better place. Our one-day basking in the sun together will come. I know it. “Very much.”

“You’ll see them again. I promise you that.” I didn’t realize I had spaced out.

“I know.” I craned my neck all the way back so I could look at his face. God, he is so tall.

“You have that much faith in me?” He gives me a crooked smile.

“I have all my faith in you.” I blurt out. He grows silent, and I wonder if I said something that made him uncomfortable, but then he growls, and the sound causes my whole body to vibrate and come alive before he leans down and kisses my mouth.

After a long while, he pulls back and releases my lips. Instantly, I miss his warm mouth. “Mila.”

“Yes, Riagan?” I breathe, looking into his eyes before I look at his mouth.

“I’m hungry.”

“Oh,” I wasn’t expecting that. Pointing at the mess of baked goodies on the kitchen counter, I reply. “Then eat. It’s all done except for the—” Before I can finish my sentence, he grabs my butt, lifts me, and drops me on the marble counter.

“Oh, I’m eating alright.” Confused, I look at his mischievous grin and sparkling blue eyes, and it dawns on me.

The other kind of hungry.

“Oh…”

I was definitely not expecting that.

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Riagan

“No,” I said. “Let me look at you.”

She squirmed underneath my penetrating gaze.

“When you look at me like that, I feel vulnerable,” She admits, her lips pursing as she looks away.

I catch her chin with my free hand and direct her to look at my face again.

When she looks up, the vulnerability in her eyes makes my heart jolt.

“I want to do nothing more than to make you smile. Give you everything you could ever want. And make you happy all at the same time,” I tell her. “When you look away from me, I feel like I’m doing something you don’t want me to do,” I tell her.

She licks her lips, then reaches for me, her hands going to either side of my head as she pulls me closer.

When my mouth is only inches from hers, she says, “I like everything you do to me. Everything.” I guide her legs around my waist. When I have her where I want her, I reach for her hands that are still on either side of my face, using only my body to hold her in place.

“If at any time you feel that we should stop, for any reason at all, even if you’re uncomfortable that I’m looking at you too intensely, I want you to say something. I’ll stop.”

She groans and leans forward so that her forehead is resting against mine. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, Riagan O’Sullivan.”

I grin and press forward, allowing my hard cock to dig into one of my happy places. Her sweet pussy.

“I love the way you look at me. Even when, at times, it feels like it’s too much. I don’t want you to look away. Just keep looking at me.” She tells me honestly.

That’s all I need from her. All I need is to start taking off my clothes right here, in the middle of my kitchen. When I am naked in front of her, the look on her face would’ve been enough to make me hard had I not been in a constant state of arousal whenever she was around. Hell, whenever she breathed near me.

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to devour me,” she whispers shyly.

My hard cock is nestled between her folds, and my upper body is pressed against hers.

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