Page 51 of Imperfect Saint
“Mills…” His eyes flickered over her face, looking for something but she didn’t want him to find any excuse to tell her no so she pressed forward.
“Please, Hunter?” She slid her hands back into his hair, “You promised you’d give me my first orgasm with a man, remember?”
He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers, “Using my words against me now?”
“A promise is a promise.”
“God, Mills. I like you like this.” He pulled back and brushed her hair behind her ear, carefully avoiding the bruise that sat just beneath her makeup “You’re finally letting your walls down, letting me in, letting me see this fun, flirty, confident girl that I knew was in there all this time. How can I say no when you’re all I’ve wanted and more?”
“Then don’t say no.” She whispered as he brushed their lips together.
“A promise is a promise after all.” He smiled a second before he stole her mouth in the most luscious kiss, full of tantalizing promises.
Hunter kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. He kissed her like she was the most precious thing that he’d ever touched. He kissed her like he felt lucky to have the chance and she’d never felt anything like the kind of desire he stoked inside of her with the simple sweep of his tongue.
He made her want. Need. Yearn.
Hunter kissed her until she felt lightheaded and when he pulled his lips from hers, she moaned at the loss. He trailed his lips down her neck and she tilted her chin back, giving him all the access he could want. She wrapped her arms around him, holding herself up by keeping him close.
“Mills.” He muttered her nickname as he kissed across her collarbone, pushing the strap of her dress off her shoulder, “Your skin is so soft, so sweet. I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Hunter.” She gasped his name when he lifted her suddenly and turned to lay her across the bed.
He pulled back and slid his jacket off his shoulders. It pooled on the ground and his shirt went next. She watched him in awe. She’d seen him shirtless but like this it was different. He was undressing for her. She was lying on a bed and she wanted him in the bed with her.
Only he stopped once he was naked from the waist up and she started to pout until she realized he was undressing her now.
He helped her sit up and slid the dress the rest of the way off her shoulders. She wiggled to get it off her hips. Hunter’s hands were everywhere. They slid all over her body as he revealed it to his sight. He kissed her neck, her throat, her shoulders. He paused to lave at her breasts but moved on before she could truly get lost in the moment. He planted sweet kisses down her belly and paused only when he dropped to his knees on the floor, between her legs.
Her breath caught as what he wanted hit her. He wanted to… Her heart skipped a beat and then took off like a galloping horse. Her hands started to shake as nervousness began to overtake all the confidence she’d mustered to bring Hunter out here and then all but demand he give her the orgasms he’d promised.
“What’s wrong?” Hunter instantly stilled.
“I… it’s just…” She felt her cheeks flame hot and she closed her eyes, turning her head away. “Nothing.”
“No.” Hunter’s voice was a growl and he was back up and over her in a second. He turned her back to him and she automatically opened her eyes. His face was just in front of her and she saw his brows furrow, his eyes searching her face again. “You don’t get to hide from me. Not anymore. Not if we’re together like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Millie chewed on the inside of her cheek, feeling the heat of her embarrassment flood down her neck and over the rest of her body, “I… Hunter…” She shook her head but he only raised an eyebrow and waited. “You don’t have to do… that.”
“Do what?” His head tilted with honest confusion and she wanted to smack him upside the head.
“You know what. That. You don’t have to…” She let out a rough breath and forced the words out, “Go down on me.”
“Have to?” A smile tilted one corner of his lips before he paused and looked at her again and she saw it the moment realization sank in. His face softened and his smile widened. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip and then dropped a quick kiss there. “Baby, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but… Am I going to be the first man to taste that sweet honey between your legs?”
Her breath caught again at the coarseness of his voice. It practically dripped with desire and she felt an answering tug in her lower abdomen. Her body reacted to this man and his touch and even just his words.
Still, she couldn’t make herself say it so she chewed the inside of her cheek and gave a quick nod.
“Jesus.” Hunter said the word like a prayer, “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“But…” Millie shook her head, confused. “You don’t have to. I know guys don’t like doing it and…”
“No.” He cut her off instantly. “No, Mills. Assholes who don’t understand just how lucky they are, don’t like doing it. Men that only care about their own pleasure don’t like doing it. Bastards that want nothing but to get off, don’t like going down on their woman because they don’t understand just how good it feels to give pleasure instead of simply taking it. But I’m not one of those men. Understand?”
Millie swallowed hard as the knot in her throat grew bigger. Hunter was like nobody she’d ever known. He was strong but gentle. He was demanding but not forceful. And she knew that he meant every word, that he wanted this and that he wanted to make her feel good, so she nodded again.
“Good. Now that we’re on the same page again. Do you want to stop or do you want to know exactly what I intend to do to you, Millie?”
