Page 10 of Best Kept Secret
“Yes, just like that,” Millie pants out, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
I lick my lips, taking her in from the heavy rise and fall of her chest, to the way her pretty nipples strain against her bra, to the way her stomach tenses, to where my hand is working her over inside her panties. And although I can’t see anything, I think this is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever done with a woman.
“You wanna come, Red?” I rasp, leaning in so close and licking the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking her skin between my teeth.
“Yes! Please!” She moans, and it’s all throaty and guttural and sexy as hell.
Putting a little more pressure on her clit, I slide my finger inside of her. She’s so fucking tight. I thrust in and out with every inch, so slow until I’m in as far as I can go, and suddenly, she’s coming, falling apart with a beautiful whimper mixed with a moan, mixed with a sob. And I claim her lips with mine, my tongue delving inside and lapping up every single one of her beautiful, sexy sounds as her thighs clamp around my hand when it all becomes a little too much for her.
When Millie finally releases my wrist from its chokehold, she sags back into the mattress, her chest heaving with breathless pants, eyes closed, and a blissed-out smile curling her pretty lips. And as I remove my hand from her panties, I can’t help but groan at the sight of my fingers glistening with her release.
Millie’s eyes flutter open and I meet her gaze, staring at her as I bring my fingers to my lips and slowly suck them into my mouth, licking them clean.
Her mouth falls open on a silent gasp.
I smirk. “Holy shit, Red. I knew you’d be sweet as hell, but fuck me, you taste like honey.”
Her cheeks turn even pinker, her eyes roaming my face before traveling downwards. I see her mind work overtime in a matter of seconds before her gaze finds mine again. “Do you—” Pausing, she bites down on her bottom lip. “Do you want me to… you know?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I grin.
A flash of uncertainty crosses her face, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“I want nothing more,” I say. “But I really should be getting back to the hotel before some asshole realizes I’m not there and makes a big fucking deal about it.”
“Oh… okay…” Millie murmurs, her face falling.
“Hey, now.” I reach a hand up and tuck a lock of her soft hair behind her ear. “Don’t think like that.”
Her brows knit together.
I flash her a knowing smile. “You’re thinking that this was just some one-timethingthat meant nothing. That I’m going to leave and that’s that.”
“I mean—” She shrugs a shoulder, her smile forced and despondent. “What else can it be?”
“I don’t know. But I do know that I want to see you again,” I say hopefully.
“You live in New York.”
“I don’t know if you know this, Red,” I begin, seriously. “But there are these big things made of metal that fly through the sky.”
“Okay, smart guy,” she sasses. “What about my brother? You know, six-foot-four, loud, kind of obnoxious, your literal goalie? It’s not just you breaking the so-called rules. When Dallas firstsigned his rookie contract, he made me promise that I’d never cross the line with one of his teammates.”
“Really?” I balk because, honestly, the nerve. Dude is out there, banging chicks like it’s his life calling, and he makes his sister promise she won’t cross some bullshit line with one of his teammates? Now I know what girls mean when they talk about men and their fucking audacity.
“Yeah, but in my defense, that was when I was seventeen, and I assumed all hockey players were disgusting whores just like him.”
I study her pretty face, considering myself a moment. “He… doesn’t have to find out.”
Millie arches a brow. “Are you proposing we keep this a secret?”
“Not because Iwantto but… I won’t tell if you don’t.” I steady her with a suddenly serious regard. “Until wehaveto.”
She stares at me for a long moment before holding her pinkie up and offering it to me. I link mine with hers, but when Millie goes to kiss it, I quickly tear my hand away and swoop in so she’s forced to kiss my lips instead.
And lost in yet another kiss with this amazing woman, who in just a few hours has knocked me onto my ass in the best possible way, I don’t know how the fuck my night went from questioning everything in my life to being here, in a bedroom in Ann Arbor with my goalie’s little sister, but I honestly wouldn’t want to be anywhere fucking else.
With my hood pulled up over my baseball cap, I shield my face as best I can as I step onto the bus. It’s early as shit, so thankfully no one is really paying too much attention. Most of the guys are either asleep or zoned out with pods in their ears. Except, of course, for fucking Happy, who stands from his seat at the very back of the bus and makes a big goddamn deal at my arrival.
