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“Yes, fuck, baby. All fucking mine.” Logan plants a hand on the tile above my head, holding my ass with his other hand, and with one, two, three more thrusts, he stills deep inside me, burying his face into my neck with a guttural roar.
CHAPTER 43
LOGAN
As I walk out into the great room, I’m stopped by the sight of Millie in the kitchen, socked feet, wearing nothing but one of my old practice jerseys, her damp hair piled high on her head as she busies herself with the dinner she’s gone to the trouble of cooking for me.
I lean against the wall, arms folded across my chest, just watching her for a moment, a smile playing on my lips because if someone would’ve told me six months ago that this is what my life would be, I’d have laughed. I wasn’t the biggest player out there, but I had my fun. At least, I thought I was having fun. I told myself I was having fun. But really, I was lonely. Lonely and lost. Missing something. Who fucking knew this was what I was missing.
Pushing off from the wall, I pad across the room, coming up behind Millie and wrapping my arms around her waist. She relaxes into me and I duck my head, pressing my lips to the soft skin at the base of her neck, lingering a moment to breathe her in.
“Baby, that looks so good,” I murmur against her skin.
“I just hope no one dies or ends up in urgent care,” she says. “I have a major case of chicken anxiety, so it’s probably going to be way overcooked but salmonella-free.”
I chuckle, squeezing her in my arms.
“Are you okay?” I ask after a beat.
Turning her head, her pretty green eyes meet mine, and there’s a flash of confusion in her gaze.
“I didn’t hurt you?” I splay my hand over her lower belly, gently massaging her.
A small smile curls her lips, her cheeks flushing pink in understanding, and she shakes her head. Fuck, the way my heart reacts when she looks at me like that. She’s perfect. My perfect fucking girl.
Turning in my hold, Millie reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, gazing up at me. “I can’t believe you convinced me to have sex with you while I’m on my… period.” The way she whispers the word like it’s going to disgust me is adorable.
“Was it ashorribleanddisgustingas you imagined?” I smirk, already knowing the answer.
She flushes again. “It was amazing. And surprisingly not gross at all.”
“Well, I’m not one to say that I told you so, but…” I sass, quirking a brow.
She offers me a withering stare in return, and I press a chaste kiss to her pursed lips, and then, just when I’m about to pull away, she hugs me a little tighter, burying herself against my chest, and I don’t know why, but I can tell she needs this.
“You okay?” I whisper against her temple after a few long moments.
“I just… I missed you.” She sighs.
“I missed you too.” I kiss the top of her head.
“I also need to talk to you,” she murmurs, looking up at me.
Her gaze flits between my eyes, and I see something, a flash of fear or worry that’s gone almost as quickly as it appeared, but I saw it, and I don’t like it one bit.
“Baby?” My brows tug together. “What’s wrong?”
“No, it’s… it’s nothing,” she assures me. “I mean, it could have been something. Somethingreallybad. But it’s nothing. I promise.”
“Millie,” I press. “You’re scaring the shit outta me.”
“Well, I was going to tell you, but then you came in andseducedme.”
I roll my eyes at her deflection.
She hesitates, rolling her lips between her teeth. “Look, everything is okay. I just—” She sighs again. “I just need to be honest with you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t, I just didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”
Panic surges through me because what the fuck is she talking about? “Baby, you’re really fucking scaring me right now.”
