Page 77 of Imperfect Saint
“Mine.” She whispered right back as she pulled away enough to tug at her tank top.
He helped her push it up over her head and together they threw it across the room. Hunter groaned as he lowered his mouth to her neck and pressed kisses over her pulse point, down to her heart and then to her breasts.
“So beautiful.” He whispered as he licked a taut pink nipple and Millie arched into him.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she let out a keening cry. Outside the bedroom door something thumped hard against the wall and he pulled back to chuckle. Millie closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sound before breaking into a fit of giggles.
“When you make those sounds, Fitz wants to break the door down and come rescue you from me.” Hunter used his teeth on the sensitive flesh of her other breast and Millie’s fingers tightened in his hair.
“He’s a good dog. Protective.” Millie moaned again and then raised her voice to a shout, “Go lay down, Fitz! Go! Lay down! Mommy’s fine.”
“Mmm, I think we can do better than fine.” Hunter chuckled as he took her down to the bed, and worked on ridding her of her pajama shorts and panties.
“You think so?” Millie teased and he marveled at the woman laying beneath him in their bed.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Dark hair a tumultuous mess of curls and her dark eyes shining with need. Her slim body completely bare and open to him. She didn’t try to hide herself. She knew how much he wanted her and she let him look. She let him have her. She’d given herself to him over and over and over again and now, this…
His ring sparkled on her finger.
She was going to marry him. They were going to be husband and wife. He knew she’d been engaged once before but they both understood this was nothing like that. They loved each other and respected each other. They wanted the same things. They took care of one another through good times and bad, sickness and in health, and he’d couldn’t wait to see her in a white dress, standing beside him, holding his hand and giving him the vows that would unite them forever.
His own parents hadn’t lived up to theirs. He wasn’t sure his father knew what it meant to keep a promise. But he did, and he would. He was going to promise to love, honor and cherish Millie Turner until he took his last breath on this earth and he would do exactly that.
“Hunter?” Millie reached up and traced his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He turned and pressed his lips to her palm, “Nothing at all. Everything is perfect. This is so right. I’ve just… I’ve never been so happy, Millie. Every day with you, I only love you more.”
“Me too, baby.” She smiled softly. “Which is good, since I’m planning to spend the next eighty years or so with you.”
“God, I want that.” He lowered his head and kissed her again.
This time it was slower, sweeter, and less rushed. Now he knew that she was his and it was really sinking in. Forever. He would get to do this with her forever. He could wake up beside her in bed for the rest of his life and every single one of those days he would know that he was the luckiest man alive because she was his and because she loved him.
Hunter smiled at the ring on her finger, “I think I like the look of you in nothing but my ring.”
“Good. Because it’s the only thing I plan on wearing the rest of the day.” Millie teased as she opened her legs and pulled him down to her.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She whispered on a kiss that seemed to last an eternity.
Hunter smiled. A promise was a promise. And they didn’t break their promises, not to each other. Not for the rest of their lives.
Epilogue
The Bachelor Party
Hunter was seriously regretting that he’d let his younger brother plan his bachelor party. He hadn’t even wanted a bachelor party. He’d told everyone that he didn’t want one but if he had wanted one, he’d have wanted Vaughn to plan it. Only as per usual, Vaughn was too busy babysitting his company to enjoy a night out on the town which meant Tyler had taken it upon himself to organize the thing, and now Hunter was stuck at some dance club in the city with strobing lights that made him dizzy, music that he had to yell to be heard over, and drinks that were so watered down he couldn’t even get a good buzz going.
God, maybe he was old but all he wanted was to go home, curl up in bed with his fiancée and go to sleep.
They were getting married next weekend and they had a ton of last-minute arrangements to make. Millie had been busy training her staff to cover for her while they were away on their honeymoon. He’d been busy at the agency doing the same and trying to make sure Vaughn wasn’t completely overloaded by the extra work they were pulling in.
Since the arrest of Joshua Bell had become breaking news, All Saints Security had been inundated with new client requests. Hunter had never understood the concept that any publicity was good publicity. He knew Millie certainly agreed with him that wasn’t the case. Yet, as soon as word had spread that he was in a relationship with Millie Turner and that he and then Vaughn and Tyler had been on site the night Joshua Bell attempted to murder his ex, at least half of Nashville had decided that the only way they’d be safe was if they had All Saints protection as well.
It hadn’t mattered to anyone he’d told that he wasn’t there on duty. Nobody cared that he didn’t work for Millie, or that he hadn’t been the one to stop Joshua Bell’s murder spree which started with him shooting his own father during a confrontation and only ended after Millie stabbed him in self-defense. Millie had recovered from the ordeal, but unfortunately Joshua’s other victims hadn’t. Millie’s survival was the only reason Joshua Bell was sitting in prison on two counts of murder instead of three.
Hunter, like Millie, wanted to forget the ordeal. They were working to put it behind them. They were engaged. They were getting married. They were moving on with their lives, together, and they were happy.
