“Wake up,” a rough sleepy voice says in my ear. A gentle kiss on my neck soon follows.
“Mmm… don’t wanna,” I mumble.
“Yeah, ya do. I was going to make you breakfast.” His breath brushes against my skin and I fight not to open my eyes. Instead, I grunt and roll over in his arms, burying my face in his throat as I plaster my body against his side.
“Food is overrated,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around him and burrowing myself deeper.
“Kenz…”
I place a gentle kiss on his chest, nuzzling my face there before dragging my hand up back to his hair. “How about we stay here and you have me for breakfast?”
He chuckles, the vibrations coursing through me. “Is that what you want?”
“Yep.” I run the tip of my nose up to his throat, resting my lips against the thrum of his pulse. “I may not be nutritious, but I’m a hell of a lot more fun.”
“And a whole lot better for me,” he adds, rolling over onto his back and taking me with him, leaving me lying naked on top of him. I lift my head and meet his amused eyes. “Tastes better, too.” I spread my legs so I’m straddling him, sitting so I’m pressing hard against his pelvis. His gaze darkens, a wicked smile curving his lips.
“You make a good point.” He bucks his hips, causing my eyes to roll as I bite back a moan.
“I think you’re the one making a point. One that needs a more thorough investigation.” I lean down and rest an arm on the bed, bracing myself over him, my breasts grazing his chest as I gently touch my lips to his. “Ladies should always go first.”
He glides his hands up my body before resting his arms behind his head. “Dine away,” he replies with a grin.
Never one to turn down an offer so enticing, I ever-so-slowly drag my body down his, licking, nipping, and sucking as I go until I’m on my knees between his spread legs. With one last glance up at the beautiful man above me, I set about driving him wild.
I dip my chin and drag my tongue from base to tip before wrapping my lips around the head and taking him deep into my mouth. His answering groan and the twitch in his cock are gratifying, spurring me on. I grab hold of his hips, my fingers biting into his skin. Something about this time together feels different—maybe it has nothing to do with the two of us and what we’re doing, but instead what may happen once we leave here.
Needing more, I glide a hand down between my legs while holding out the other one to Millen. I circle my tongue around the underside of his cock, a move that he’s said always tests his control. His eyes darken as he tangles his fingers in mine so I can place his palm on the back of my head. His gaze threatens to burn me alive when I guide my head down, urging him to take control and make me take him.
With a growl, he complies and relaxing my throat, I take him deeper, my lips stretching wide as I take him root to tip again and again. Stroking myself, my fingers glide through my wet core, my own orgasm barreling toward me at warp speed. That’s not what I want, though; I want the man beneath me to lose it and come in my mouth. I stop playing with myself to concentrate on the task at hand—or mouth—and cup his balls with my hand, gently tugging and rolling them until his thigh muscles tense and his fingers in my hair tighten. Now I know he’s close, I go in for the kill and scrape my teeth across the sensitive head before driving myself deep and swallowing around him.
He groans long and low, his body succumbing to the pleasure as he pulses into my mouth, making me moan in satisfaction.
Once he recovers, he doesn’t waste any time in getting me where he wants me, pulling me up so that my knees frame his head. My hands shoot out to grip the headboard at the first swipe of his tongue at my core. Then my mind goes blank. The only coherent thoughts going through my head are how I wish I could start every morning this way, especially if it involves breakfast in bed like this.
We lie in each other’s arms after we’ve finished having fun. Millen goes quiet, his arms loosening around me. The mood somehow changes from playful to serious. A quick look at his face finds him deep in thought.
“I’d like to take you home with me today,” he says, breaking the silence.
I go still, his words sinking in. “Home?” I dare not meet his gaze for fear I’ll see something I won’t like.
“To San Francisco. I want to introduce you to my mom.”
My heart breaks and melts at the same time, something that should not be possible. If ever there was a time for him to put his money where his mouth was, Millen is right on cue.
I meet his eyes, my breath catching in my throat at the vulnerability I see. He’s worried about my answer—he has to be.
“I also want you in my apartment. I want to feel you, smell you, sense you in every room when you’re not there.”
My heart flips, all thoughts about the complicated mess I’ve now firmly invested myself in melting away. Because I want that. I want him to want me there. I hadn’t admitted to myself until now just how much I needed him to show me that this is more than a pre-marriage fling. He said he loved me, but actions speak volumes. The bigger the move, the louder the message.
“I’d love that. Are you sure?” I bite my lip and avert my gaze. His index finger lifts my chin and my eyes move back.
“I meant what I said, Kenz. I’ve got you where I want you and there’s no way I’m letting go now. Will it be difficult? You can bet your ass it will. Can we get through it?” He lowers his head until our foreheads touch. “Every damn moment I spend with you is more important than the last and as long as we’ve got each other, we can get through anything.” His last few words are a harsh whisper, the conviction behind them unmissable.
“Maybe it’s too fast.”
“I wasted three months without you. There’s no way I’m wasting any more.”
“But the business thing?”
“Let me worry about that.” His tone is resolute as if there’s no argument to be entered into.
I put my hand over his heart and lean up on an elbow, looking down at him. “I love that you’re so sure about this and about us, but I don’t want you to risk everything for—”
He jerks up, pushing me onto my back and leaning over me. “Listen to me, Kenz. I’ve never met anyone I’d be willing to give it all up for. I’ve gone along with this arrangement for far too long and I know my mom will understand me getting cold feet. All she has to do is spend a moment with you to know that I’ve met the woman she always wanted me to be with. So don’t think about what I’ve given up to be with you—think about all the ways we’re going to be happy once we can finally start our life together.”
I grab hold of his shoulders and pull him down to me, smacking him on the back as I bury my face in his neck to hide my tears. “Stop being sweet,” I mumble against his skin.
He chuckles and presses his lips to my temple. “Stop being cute then.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Even when you cry.”
“I am not.”
“Says the woman plastered to my body, crying into my throat, being cute.”
“Stop it,” I moan impatiently.
“Make me,” he whispers, leaning his weight into me.
“How ’bout you make me.” And those are the last words I say that don’t include the phrases “Oh, God,” “yes,” and “harder” for a good long while after that.
Waiting outside the front door while Millen locks up the house is bittersweet. Reality beckons once we leave here and past experience has taught me that nothing worth having in life comes easily.
I look out over the lake, the irony not lost on me. There are going to be some murky waters to wade through in the near future but Millen has made it clear he wants to be with me. I have to trust in that.
It’s also made me warm and melty inside, something Gaby will no doubt have a field day with.
“Kenz?” Millen asks, his chest hitting my back, reminiscent of when we first arrived here three days ago and I desperately wanted him to do just that. In fact, as soon as I crawled into his bed that first night, it’s been game on with the whole touching thing. It’s as if he’s reassuring himself that I’m real and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.
He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “Do you know how important you are to me? You represent so much—the life I want to have, the kind of love I want to have. Everything I want is wrapped up tight, right here, right now, and I don’t ever want to let go.”
The words are on the tip of my tongue. Those three pesky words I at first denied but are now impossible to ignore.
I even open my mouth, willing them to come out, but it’s as if there’s an invisible barrier there stopping them in their tracks.
When the time is right, the words will come.
Until then, I’ve got a long drive to mentally prepare myself to meet Millen’s mom.
God help me, because the universe is on holiday, probably preparing to screw me over again.