Page 55 of Imperfect Saint
Millie laughed and he grinned down at her. His beautiful, happy girl. She practically glowed. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses. Her hair was in wild tangles. She was completely naked, all of her smooth, pale skin, rosy with her laughter and desire. She didn’t move to cover herself or try to hide her body from him and he committed the moment to memory.
Oh, he couldn’t look away.
Her breasts were small, like the rest of her. Round and perky and tipped with nipples the color of strawberries. Her stomach was a smooth plane down to the apex of her legs. Her mound was covered in a perfectly trimmed triangle that pointed the way to heaven and his mouth watered with the memory of feasting between her legs last night. She opened them for him now, shifting against the bed as if she couldn’t be still beneath his gaze.
She moaned, “God, Hunter. You’re going to make me come again if you keep looking at me like that.”
He smirked and let his eyes slowly move back up her trim body to find her dark eyes, “I’m definitely going to make you come again, baby. Don’t doubt that for a second.”
“Do you think you could be inside me when you do? Because I really want that.” She licked her own lips as her eyes skated down his chest to settle on the steel beam trying to escape his boxers. “Please?”
He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. He sent a silent prayer up to the heavens for strength and endurance. She was going to kill him and it was going to be the most glorious death a man could know.
“I think I can manage that.” He forced himself off the bed when he managed to get control of himself again.
“Hunter?” Millie frowned, her brows knitting, “Where are you going?”
“Condom.” He growled as he went to the bedside table and began rummaging in the drawers, “I have to find a condom. I need inside you and I need to find a condom before I become incapable of rational thought.”
Millie snorted, “Don’t you have one in your wallet like every other red-blooded male over the age of fifteen?”
“No.” He shot her a dark look and frowned right back, “I didn’t bring any this weekend. I didn’t want to get my hopes up or make you think I expected anything to happen.”
Her frown lessened, “Aw, Hunter…”
“Don’t call me sweet again, Millie. I’m not feeling sweet right now. I’m feeling like a royal fucking idiot for not planning ahead. I was in the Army for God’s sake. I’m trained to be prepared for anything.”
This time she laughed, “Did you just compare me to a military mission?”
“No. I…” He paused, ran a hand through his hair, “Maybe?”
Millie laughed again and he finally paused in his search to look back at her. She grinned at him and pointed to the window seat built into the far wall of the little cabin. He frowned but moved towards it and sure enough, he saw what it was she wanted him to see.
On first glance it looked like nothing more than a bench but close up, he could see that the top had hinges. It wasn’t just a bench. It had a built-in storage space. He shot her a suspicious look but Millie only smiled again. He pushed the candles and blankets that were sitting atop it aside until he could lift one corner and get a handle on the lid.
“Holy shit.” He opened it and gaped.
“What?” Millie sat up, “Is it not there?”
“Oh, it’s here.” He chuckled as he shook his head and then shot her another suspicious look, “My question to you is, how did you know there were condoms stashed in here?”
Millie gave a shrug and he tried not to let his gaze drop to her perky breasts that bobbed with the motion, “I told you. I used to find Colin and Reed making out in here. This was their spot. I figured it was safe to assume they still hid their… things… in the window seat.”
“Yeah, they have lots of… things… stashed out here.”
“Like what?” Millie moved as if she was going to get up from the bed but Hunter grabbed a condom from one of the boxes that was open and let the lid of the bench seat slam shut.
“Don’t even think of getting out of that bed.” He warned.
Millie raised an eyebrow, “Because you don’t want me to see what my brother and Reed have hidden in there? Trust me. I’ve got a pretty good idea. I spent years being the annoying, tagalong little sister. They might have been able to keep things a secret from Dad but nothing got past me.”
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” Hunter snorted, “But no. You’re staying in that bed because I found what we were looking for and I’m not getting distracted by your brother’s gay porn collection.”
“He has porn in…” Millie’s surprised question trailed off into a squeak when Hunter whipped his boxers to the floor.
His dick sprang free and he took great pleasure in watching her mouth form that sweet little O. He was hard. Hell, he’d been hard last night. He’d woken up hard this morning. He was pretty sure at that moment he couldn’t have remembered the last time he wasn’t hard in this girl’s presence. Having her attention on him took it to a whole new level though. His dick bounced against his abdomen, dripping pre-come and practically begging for its turn to meet Millie.
“Sorry, you were saying?” He teased her as he gave himself a good, hard stroke.
