Page 30 of Imperfect Saint
He wasn’t the only one going crazy.
“You’ve never…” Hunter started, stopped, and waited for her to look up at him. “Millie, did you just tell me that you’ve never had an orgasm?”
She frowned, “No. That’s not what I said. You misheard me.”
“Then repeat yourself because I’m confused. You’re not a virgin. You were with your asshole ex too long to have never had sex. But you said you’ve only ever gotten off with a vibrator.”
She hated the way he was looking at her now. As if she’d grown two heads and was suddenly abnormal. It wasn’t abnormal at all. She’d done the research. She knew she wasn’t the only woman in the world to have problems crossing the finish line with her partner. Joshua had never given a damn if she got there just so long as he did. She’d tried her hand a few times when he was out of town on business, but had only ended up frustrated and disappointed. After the breakup she’d bought her first toy and been shocked by the pleasure she could give herself with the little pink wand. But even good ol’ Bob didn’t always get the job done so she’d taken to the internet and discovered that all women were different and that she wasn’t a freak. She was seriously regretting telling Hunter about her issue though because he was looking at her like she was exactly that.
“Let me put it in words you’ll understand. No. I’m not a virgin. My ex was an asshole as you so kindly pointed out, and getting me to the finish line was never high on his priority list. Since he’s the only man I’ve ever been with, I’ve never had an orgasm with another person. That’s not to say I haven’t had them, but they’re rare for me and I’ve only gotten there with my vibrator. Happy now?” She put her hands on her hips, daring him to say something.
His lips curled up at the edges, “A little bit, yeah.”
“What?” She snapped, but Hunter was back in her personal space before the word was even out of her mouth.
“I said, yeah. That makes me kind of happy, Mills. Maybe I’m a possessive bastard. I never knew I was. I never have been with anyone before you but damn if the idea of being the first man to give you an orgasm doesn’t make me want to beat my chest like a caveman.”
She snorted, “You haven’t actually given me one yet, so don’t get your cart in front of the horse.”
Hunter tipped his head back and laughed. The sound was deep and throaty and despite her annoyance with him she caught herself smiling. She slid her arms around his waist and his laughter turned into a hum of happiness. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her against his chest. Hunter nuzzled her hair and simply held her for a minute or two.
Finally, he sighed, “I’m sorry I get all caveman when it comes to you.”
“I shouldn’t find it endearing but despite my feminist streak, sadly, I do.” She felt his answering smile in her hair.
“Thank God, because I’m not sure I can help it. You make me crazy. You always have. From that first day when I came for my interview and I saw you in that sexy little pencil skirt and heels, I’ve thought of nothing but how to win you over, about what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you, to take the pretty, perfectly put together girl to my bed and make her come apart beneath me.” He nipped at her earlobe and she shivered, “Knowing no other man has given you that kind of pleasure? That caveman inside me wants to make you come so many times you pass out from the bliss of being with me.”
She hummed, tilting her head back and letting him kiss her throat, “Is that a promise?”
“Damn right it is.” He growled.
“But…”
“But,” he finished for her. “That’s going to take time and a bed and maybe even some candles and we don’t have any of those things out here in the barn so…”
“So, we wait.” She finished for him, pouting just to see him grin again.
“It’ll be worth the wait. I swear.”
“I know.” She tiptoed up and brushed their lips together before repeating his words back to him, “From that first day when you came to interview and I saw you in that sexy black suit and you flashed those dimples at me, I think I knew being with you was inevitable. That’s what scares me. I think I’ve been waiting to be ready for you too, Hunter.”
He groaned, “God, when you say stuff like that…”
“I know.” She smiled softly, brushing their lips together one more time before stepping out of his embrace and giving them both some much needed air, “We’re waiting so, come on. Let’s go for a ride. I had Hank ready the horses before breakfast so they’re probably raring to run and if we don’t go now, we’ll have to hurry to make it back in time for the rehearsal.”
Hunter gave her a pointed look and then glanced down at himself. Millie followed his gaze and bit her cheek to keep back a grin. His erection was thick and heavy and fully defined through the tight denim he was wearing. She felt oddly… proud. She’d done that to him. He wanted her that badly. Her smile broke free because it was clear just how much he wanted her, right here and right now, but for her, because he wanted to give her something special and sweet, he’d said they should wait.
“Stop grinning like that.” He snorted.
“Sorry.” She tried to rein herself in but it was pointless.
“And Lordy woman, stop looking at it. Trust me. As long as he has your attention, he’s not going to give me any peace and I’m guessing it’s hard enough to ride a horse without a steel beam in my pants.”
Millie squeaked out a laugh and covered her mouth as his words sank in, “You’ve never ridden a horse?”
“Not since I was a kid and only at the carnival.” Hunter shrugged, breathing evenly, obviously attempting to forget about the situation in his pants and distract himself and her. “We never had the kind of money for horses and stables. The only time I got near a horse was when the rodeo or carnival came to town. I’d pay my five bucks so the guy could walk us in a circle but it wasn’t much fun and I gave up and went to ride the roller coasters instead. Never much liked horses. Never figured they’d like me much either.”
Millie shook her head in amazement, “Why didn’t you say something earlier? We could’ve gone to do something else.”
