Page 53 of Imperfect Saint
“Oh… my… god…” She breathed raggedly and felt Hunter’s answering chuckle against her thigh.
“You okay, baby?”
“I… I don’t know yet.”
His chuckle came again and then the barest butterfly touch of a kiss against her hip followed, “A promise is a promise, right?”
“Oh, yeah. You kept your promise.” She kept her eyes closed, basking in the feeling of warmth and contentedness that washed over her as her orgasm ebbed and her body began to relax. “That was amazing, Hunter.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He smiled against her belly, “Because I want another.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, “What?”
“Give me another one, Mills. I know you’ve got more, got them all stocked up and saved and I want them. I want them all.”
“But…” Her knees were jelly and her muscles vibrated as he kissed back down to her mound… “Hunter… I… I don’t know if I can.”
“You can and you will.” His eyes met hers, dark and all but daring her to deny him, “Lay back, love. We’re just getting started.”
Millie gasped as he put his mouth back on her. She moaned when he added his fingers to the mix. She cried out when he ratcheted the heat back up and she fell apart for him just like he wanted, again and again until there was no part of her left that wasn’t totally and completely his for the taking.
16
Hunter woke up slowly, the light peeking through the windows of the cabin telling him that it was still early. The cabin, he smiled up at the ceiling as he let memories of the previous night wash over him. It had been perfect, everything with Millie was perfect, and now, this morning, he got to wake up with her in his arms, hugged tight to his chest, and he’d never felt so at home in his entire life.
Her hair tickled his nose and he leaned down enough to kiss the top of her head. God, he loved her hair. He loved how soft it was. He loved the way it felt when he ran his fingers through the dark strands. He loved the way it smelled, sweet and fresh and just, Millie.
She gave a soft sigh, her breath sliding over his bare chest and he swallowed a growl. His hand slid down her back of its own accord. He couldn’t help it. His body had reminded his mind that she was beautifully, gorgeously naked beneath the sheets and that he’d fallen asleep without taking his own release last night. He had to touch her. His hand found the soft curve of her hip and Millie made another sound, this time more of a moan, and he smiled against her hair.
“Are you just going to lay there and pretend to be asleep or are you going to say good morning?”
He felt her answering smile against his chest even before she curled her body, stretching up and around him, cuddling even closer until she was half draped over him. She finally leaned back and looked up at him and his heart melted. She looked beautiful in the early morning light. Soft and sweet and messy, squinting to see him without her glasses, she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I wasn’t sure if you were actually awake or if you were still dreaming.”
“Mmm, feels like a dream come true.” He slid a hand into her curls and leaned down to brush his lips over hers, “Nope. Better than a dream.”
“Sweet talker.” Her nose wrinkled and he tapped her on it lightly.
“You deserve sweet, Mills.” He played with her hair, “That’s what I want to give you.”
Her smile wrapped around his heart. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been so happy. He’d woken up with more than one woman in his bed over the years. He’d had fun with past girlfriends. He’d enjoyed himself. But he’d never felt this complete and utter sense of contentedness like he did waking up with Millie.
He’d known the first time he met her that he wanted her. After working beside her for months, he’d known that he wanted to get to know her better. But after spending this weekend with her, spending the night with her, he knew that it was more than just wanting to be around her. He wanted to be with her, all the time, and he wanted her to be his.
“What’re you smiling about?” She propped herself up on one elbow and grinned right back at him.
“What’s not to smile about? I just woke up in bed with the very beautiful, very naked, woman of my dreams.”
She giggled, “Last night was…”
“Perfect?” He raised an eyebrow when she dropped her gaze and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “What? Not perfect? Because I’m pretty sure it was one of the best nights of my life.”
“It was great.”
“But? I feel a but coming on.”
“But it felt a little…” She bit her lip, “One-sided.”
