Page 76 of Imperfect Saint
He caught his name on her lips and kissed her. He’d only meant to keep it teasing but Millie was feeling particularly dedicated to her task this morning. She opened her mouth and licked at his lips, allowing her tongue to dip inside and enticing him into playing. He kissed her back, sucking her tongue and then biting her lip until she moaned and writhed beneath him.
Hunter was hard. He was aching. It didn’t have a damn thing to do with morning wood either. He wanted her. He wanted Millie, his love, his life… his fiancée.
He broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her dark hair fanned out over the pillows. Her cheeks flushed and her lips stained red. Her eyes were bright and she smiled automatically when she looked up at him.
“I love you.”
Her smile grew wider, “I love you too.”
“You want to know where your ring is?”
Her mouth fell open, “What?”
“Your ring. You know, that thing you’ve been looking for.” He rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow, using his other hand to point, “It’s right there, babe.”
Millie’s eyes went comically big and she looked from him to the bedside table and back again, “But… I looked there. I checked it yesterday!”
“I know. I moved it there after you checked.”
“You’ve been moving it?” She smacked his chest, “That’s not fair!”
“All’s fair in love and war, baby.”
Millie rolled her eyes and then she squealed as she reached for the bedside table and pulled the drawer open. She gasped when she must have seen the small velvet box. She sat upright and Hunter did the same so that he could watch her as she opened it.
It clicked and she let out a small squeak, her hand flying to her mouth to cover it.
Hunter held his breath and waited. She didn’t say anything for the longest time and he was starting to doubt everything. His sister’s ability to know what a woman like Millie wanted in a ring. His plan to propose while they were in bed. Well, that actually hadn’t been a plan at all.
So much for spontaneity.
“Mills?” He finally spoke, softly.
She turned to face him and as soon as their eyes met her face contorted with pleasure, “Oh, Hunter. It’s perfect!”
She threw her arms around him and he grabbed onto her with everything he had. He started breathing again as he tucked her to his chest. It was okay. Everything was going to be okay. She wasn’t crying or throwing the ring in his face. She was happy.
“I love you.” She pulled back from the hug and kissed him quickly and then looked at the ring in the box again, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“Is that a yes?” He grinned as she peppered him with kisses.
Millie paused and gave him a narrow-eyed look of disbelief, “You do realize you haven’t actually asked me yet, right?”
Hunter laughed. There was nothing else to do. Nothing got past his beautiful, smart, fierce, soon to be wife.
“I had a plan you know. To take you to a nice dinner, to have champagne and dessert, to get down on one knee and propose to you the right way.” He pulled her onto his lap and plucked the ring from the box in her hand. “Instead, because you’re so demanding, my lovely, beautiful, precious girl, I’m going to propose to you here, in our bed, while you wear those sexy little pajamas and I’m sporting an erection that could cut steel.”
Millie laughed, “You know I was proposed to once before and it was all proper and dignified and it didn’t end very well.” She held her hand out for him, “I’d choose you, like this, any day of the week.”
“If you say so.” Hunter smiled at that and then cleared his throat, “Camilla Evelyn Turner, will you do me the great honor of being my wife?”
“Yes!” Millie squealed as he slid the ring onto her finger.
It was a simple platinum band with a single classic diamond that flashed brilliant in the morning light. Tatum had told him it was perfect but he’d worried it was too simple. Now, seeing it on Millie’s hand, he knew his sister was right. It wasn’t simple. It was classic and beautiful, just like his fiancée.
He turned her around on his lap and kissed her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and gripped her hard as he took her mouth. Desperate to taste her now, to know if it would be different now that she was completely his, and willing to be his forever, and Millie clung to him and kissed him back just as fiercely.
“Mine.” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and felt Millie’s answering smile.
