Page 52 of Imperfect Saint
She licked her lips nervously but shook her head, “Don’t stop.”
“That’s my girl.” His lips quirked again and he kissed her for a long time before breaking the contact to move back down her body, whispering against her skin as he went. “I’m going to put my mouth on you, Mills. It’s going to be so good. I’m going to kiss and lick and suck and taste you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and when you come for me, and you will come for me, I’m going to drink down all that sweet honey and then start all over. Do you want that?”
Millie’s blood was rushing through her ears so hard and fast that she could barely hear him. Her heart was pounding. Her skin felt electric, like it had been pulled too tight and she was going to snap apart at the seams. She wriggled, trying to ease the ache between her thighs that his words caused but he caught her by the hips and held her still.
“Millie,” he glanced up from where he’d gone to his knees in front of her again, his eyes dark with the same deep yearning that felt, “Do you want that?”
“Yes.” She reached out for him, “Yes.”
“Be sure, Mills. Because I want this. I want you. But I’ll stop if you’re not ready. All you have to do is say the word.”
She met his gaze and became wildly aware of the fact she was laying on a bed covered in rose petals with a gorgeous man that wanted to give her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life. He wanted her and he showed it every touch, every kiss, every look. He was soft and gentle and sweet with her. He took the time to make sure she was okay before he moved them forward each and every time and as she watched him look at her there, in the candlelit room, on his knees for her, wanting to worship her like she was special, she knew that her heart didn’t stand a chance of resisting what he was offering.
Hunter thought only of protecting her, always. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want her to have regrets. He wanted to keep her safe, even from herself. And as she looked into those beautiful green and gold flecked eyes that were looking back at her with such warmth and concern and care, she knew there was no going back.
She was falling in love with Hunter St. James.
Maybe it had happened too fast. Maybe he was right and this crazy, whirlwind weekend was messing with her head and her heart. Maybe she was feeling vulnerable and the things he was offering her were too good to pass up. Or maybe it hadn’t happened quickly at all. Maybe she’d been slowly falling in love with him for months. Maybe all the little things had been gradually building up to this. Maybe the way he listened and the way he smiled at her and the way he teased and flirted with her had been weakening her defenses for longer than she’d been willing to admit and this was just the logical next step.
It didn’t matter when it had happened. It didn’t matter how. All that mattered was that she was falling for Hunter and she knew one hundred percent, without a doubt, that he would be there to catch her.
“Yes.” She swallowed past the knot in her throat, “Yes, I’m sure. Touch me, Hunter. I love the way you touch me.”
He groaned and his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her lace panties. He pulled and they slid down her legs with ease. She raised her knees, helping him to take them off her and when they hit the floor she was completely bare and open to him.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was low, almost reverent. “So pretty and pink and I have to know if you’re as sweet here as you are everywhere else.”
“Oh God…” She cried out when his big hands grasped her thighs and pulled her to the end of the bed.
Hunter planted kisses up the inside of her thigh and she lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the moment he would touch her, really touch her, for the first time. Only he didn’t. Every muscle in her body had gone tense with expectation but Hunter only continued to play with her, kissing up and down her thighs, over her mound, across her belly and her hips.
“Hunter.” She writhed beneath him, “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the point, love.” He murmured huskily, “Relax. Let go. Just let yourself enjoy this as much as I’m going to. Trust me.”
It was those last two words that did it.Trust me.She did. She trusted Hunter completely. So she gave up her death grip on the sheets beneath her and took deep, calming breaths, reminding herself that even if this was new to her that she didn’t have to be scared.
Hunter was here and he was going to make her feel good.
His mouth landed on her mound and she moaned as she felt his tongue flick against her damp skin. He hummed and she felt the vibration through her entire body. Her head fell back and her eyes drifted shut as he proceeded to do exactly what he’d told her he was going to do.
He kissed her everywhere. He licked long laps up and down her sex. He coaxed her clit until it swelled against his tongue and when he sucked the sensitive bead her body arched and she cried out his name, reaching for his head instinctively, not to push him away, God no, but to keep him right where he was.
Hunter released the suction with a dark chuckle and moved her hands from his hair to his shoulders, “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m going to live right here in this sweet little spot between your legs. Drink your honey and feast on your body.” She shivered as his words danced warm breath over her and he gave a little growl, “So damn responsive. So wet. So needy. I love seeing you like this. Knowing this is mine. You’re mine.”
Millie couldn’t speak but she supposed she didn’t really need to. Hunter’s way with words was enough and from the way he said her body reacted, she seemed to be telling him enough in return. She didn’t want him to stop. He could never stop. This was torture and bliss and everything she’d had no idea she was missing until Hunter had come into her life.
She gripped his shoulders as he lowered his head and buried his tongue inside her. A gasp escaped her but she bit the inside of her cheek trying to keep as much joy as she could from escaping her. She wanted to hold all of this pleasure inside of her and never let it go.
Her head rolled back and her hips bucked as he began to tease her with tongue. In and out, he flicked and hummed. He circled her opening and then plunged deep again. He groaned and muttered praises against her wet flesh that only made her squirm more. Her body found a pace with him and began to buck, rising to meet him, wanting him deeper, wanting something more, something that was just out of reach.
“Oh God, Hunter…” Her voice broke on a cry as she felt all the emotions inside of her slam into a brick wall that was threatening to crumble, “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”
He hummed, pulling back momentarily, ‘That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue. Come for me, Mills.”
Hunter flicked his tongue over her clit once, twice, and after the third time he circled and then sucked it into his mouth. Millie screamed. Her entire body arched. It felt as if she was splintering into a million fragmented pieces. She was shattering glass. All of her walls tumbled down and the riptide of emotion she’d kept at bay for so long flooded her to the point that she felt like she might drown.
She gasped but Hunter was right there with her, holding her through the hurricane of her orgasm. He whispered to her as she shook and came apart in his arms. Quiet, firm words that told her how beautiful she was, how special she was, how she was his now and he was never letting her go. It was his words that finally grounded her back into the real world and she slumped against the bed with exhaustion.
