Page 57 of Imperfect Saint
Hunter slid his hand around her hip. He found her mound and then pushed lower. Millie gasped, her entire body jerking beneath him when he found her clit and squeezed. He steadied her, pushing his weight onto her to keep her where he wanted and then he started to rub as he thrust into her.
“Oh God. Hunter!” She didn’t just gasp his name, she screamed it and he growled in approval as he felt her body tighten around him.
“That’s it baby. Let go. Take the pleasure. Take what I want to give you.” He flexed his hips and worked his fingers in faster, tighter circles over her clit. “Come for me, Mills. Give it to me. You came on my fingers and my tongue last night. I want to feel you come on my cock. That’s it. Squeeze me tight. God you feel good. So good. Fuck, yes. Millie. Yes.”
He knew he was muttering incoherently by the time her body went tight beneath him, strung taut like a bow, and when she snapped, he went right over the edge with her. His climax hit and he drove deep inside her as her body pulsed all around him. He kept thrusting, going blind with the need to fill her with his seed, to mark her, to claim her, to make her his in a way that meant he could keep her forever.
It was only after the bright white light of his orgasm passed that he remembered he’d stopped them to get a condom. Thank God. He’d known he wouldn’t be able to stop once he got started. He’d kept her safe. He’d protected them.
“Oh… Oh… Oh Hunter.” Millie was heaving in breaths, trying to regain her own head and he shifted to the side to give her more room to breathe. Only she didn’t let go of him. She followed him over as he crashed to the bed, ending up sprawled across his chest again, just like she’d been when they woke. “Oh, wow. That was…”
“Nothing one-sided about that, baby.”
She laughed a little and kissed his chest, “I was going to say perfect.”
He hummed his approval. Perfect. That’s what she was. That’s what they were together. He’d somehow known it would be like this between them.
Hunter knew he needed to handle the condom. He needed to get up and clean them both off. They needed to find their clothes and get dressed. They needed to pack their things and say their goodbyes. They had lives in Nashville to get back to and they both had to be back at work tomorrow.
Millie sighed against his chest, “Not yet.”
“Hmm?” He realized his eyes had drifted shut and forced them open again.
“I don’t want to leave this bed. Not yet. Let’s stay this way a while longer. Just the two of us. Happy and safe and together.”
“Are you reading my mind, woman?” He chuckled as he readjusted their positions on the bed enough that he could get the condom off and drop it into a wastebasket on the floor.
“Maybe.” She smiled up at him.
“Then read this…” He met her gaze and thought about all of the things he couldn’t say out loud, not yet.
He told her with his eyes that he wanted this to last forever. He told her that he’d never felt like this with anyone. He told her that she was special and that he intended to spend the rest of his life showing her just how amazing she was. He told her that he was falling in love with her and that even if she didn’t want to think ahead, he was already planning the rest of their lives together.
Millie only smiled and leaned up, kissing him softly, “I’m sleepy too. Let’s just lay here and rest for a while.”
Hunter grinned and let her tuck herself back into his side. He hadn’t been thinking about going to sleep at all. But then again, now that she mentioned it. He was happy and warm and sated, at least for the moment. He had the woman he wanted for the rest of his life in his arms, in bed, and he couldn’t hold back the yawn that came as he closed his eyes and simply held her.
His last thought before he fell back to sleep was that he’d been right. This weekend had changed everything and there was no going back. He’d never be able to sleep without her in his arms again and he didn’t want to.
17
Millie was nervous, which was ridiculous. She knew that. She had no reason to be nervous. This was her office. This was her business. She was the boss here. So what if Lemon was coming by for a quick meeting before she flew back to Texas? It wasn’t as if this was the first time she’d been to Millie’s new office.
Hell, Lemon had been here just a few days ago, when she’d put the crazy plan in motion that had changed Millie’s life forever.
She should be happy to see Lemon. She owed her a huge debt of gratitude. If it wasn’t for Lemon, she wouldn’t have this life that she had. Her job. Her business. And now, Hunter. Every good thing in her life, Lemon had been the one to push her towards it.
Then again, if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t only nervous about seeing Lemon. She knew her boss well. Lemon would never be able to sit through their scheduled meeting without pressing Millie for all the details of her weekend first. But the real person Millie was nervous about seeing was Lemon’s bodyguard, also known as Millie’s new boyfriend.
The thought alone made her smile.
Hunter was hers. Her man. Her boyfriend. He’d told her so himself. He’d given himself to her and all he’d asked in return was that she be his too. Her heart ached at the thought of him, of his sweetness, of his kisses, of the way he managed to turn her inside out with nothing but a look.
When he’d dropped her off at her apartment last night, he’d kissed her until she’d been certain her mouth was bruised and her legs were jelly. It had taken every ounce of courage she had to invite him in but he had turned her down. She’d been crushed for all of two seconds until he tilted her chin back up and told her that he had to be at work early in the morning to get Lemon to the recording studio, and that he wanted her to take the night alone and think about everything he was offering her before she decided if she was really ready to jump into this thing with him.
As if she hadn’t already? She was in deep and she had no idea how it had happened. All she knew was that spending a night alone in her bed after a weekend of being in Hunter’s arms had only made her miss him. She wanted him, all of him, in her life and in her bed and in her heart. She couldn’t wait to see him again and tell him as much, but at the same time she really didn’t want to confess she was falling in love with him in front of their mutual boss either.
Millie paced to the window and peered out, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to see him. She was nervous about seeing him. She felt like a teenager again, all butterflies and hopes and dreams. She’d thought that after everything Joshua had put her through that she knew better than to get her hopes up like this, but apparently he hadn’t knocked all the girlish fantasies out of her after all. They were still there, lurking in her subconscious, hidden deep, but being with Hunter had brought them all right back to the surface.
