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“Hmm, and what did you decide?” he prompts, both of us unable to look away from the other.

I take a deep breath before looking at him and saying, “Brian Jones, would you please fuck me?”

CHAPTER 15

BRIAN

Did she just say what I think she said?

We stare at each other, and I almost laugh at the surprised expression on her face, like she can’t believe she allowed herself to say the words out loud. I pause for a moment, waiting to see if she’ll change her mind. Then we’re moving at the same time, pouncing on each other. Her lips meet mine, and I sink into her hard kiss already desperate to feel all of her.

“Damn it, Millie. Thank God.” I groan into her mouth, as I run my hands up and down her sides. “Jesus, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Me too,” she says between kisses, pulling me closer to her.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get out of here. I swear these damn cows are not gonna be watching when I see you naked for the first time,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the truck.

Jumping in the driver’s seat, I throw the truck in drive and barrel out of Huey’s driveway. I tell myself I need to slow down, but as Millie grazes her hand up and down my arm, I lose all sense of thought.

Finally, after what feels like forever, I pull into the driveway, and before I’ve shifted it into park I’m reaching and pulling her into my lap, needing to touch her. All night, I’ve been so close to her, inhaling her vanilla perfume and dreaming about feeling her mouth on mine. Now, after her confession, I feel like I’ll combust if I don’t get my hands on her.

My mouth meets hers, and I kiss her like a man possessed. Running my mouth down her neck, she lets out a moan that goes straight to my dick, and before we make our way inside, I push her against the front door. Wrapping my hand around the front of her throat, I relish the needy sounds she makes each time I have her in this position and deepen the kiss.

“Brian, please,” she whines. I keep her pinned to the door while I fumble through my pocket with my other hand, looking for the key. Finally, after what feels like forever, I pull it out and unlock the door, moving both of us inside. We’re barely over the threshold, before I give in and run my hands under Millie’s sweater, desperate to feel her smooth skin under me.

“Are you sure this is what you want,” I whisper, running my hands gently across her back.God, it’ll kill me if she says no, but I can’t resist the need to be sure.

“You know, I’m usually all about the whole perfect gentleman thing you’ve got going on, but I swear to fuck, if you don’t get me naked in the next two minutes, I’m literally gonna lose my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I tease, smirking at her enthusiasm before pulling the sweater over her head. “God, these tits are fucking perfect.”

She arches her chest into me, and I cup her breasts through the pink lace of her bra before leaning down and teasing her nipple through the fabric.

“Brian,” she groans, clawing her hands through my hair and tugging me closer to her.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” I whisper, swapping to her other breast and giving it the same treatment.

“You, please, just touch me,” she groans, giving a sharp tug on my hair as I pull down the lacy fabric and graze her nipple with my teeth.

“I told you all you had to do was ask,” I taunt, pushing her back until she collapses on the couch behind her. I let my hands drift to the button of her jeans and undo them. After, I pull the zipper down, brushing my fingers across the front of her panties.

Damn it, she’s fucking soaked.

The little bit of control I’ve been desperately clinging to, trying to take this as slow as possible, completely snaps. I grab the tops of her jeans and jerk them down in one smooth motion so that she's completely bare in front of me except for her panties.

“God, you’re so damn wet,” I tell her, pulling her matching pink panties to the side and running my hand through her slit.

“Please,” she begs, “Please just—”

“Br–Br–Bri,” she whimpers, as I slide my fingers inside her.God, she’s perfect.

“I’ve got you, Mills,” I promise before adding a second finger and working them in tandem.

“Oh my God—” she whimpers. “You feel so good.”

“Is this all you want,” I tease, continuing to play with her pussy, leaning up and pressing a wet kiss to her mouth. Every sound she makes drives me fucking insane, and I don’t remember another time I’ve ever wanted a woman this bad. “Or are you gonna let me taste you?”

She lets out a surprised squeak, scooting her bottom closer to the edge of the cushion. “You—you want to…”

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