I really hoped Millie liked it.
“Oh my God,” she breathed from behind me.
Her breath puffed along my cheek, causing a deep shiver that ended with a pulling in my groin.I wanted this woman.From the first moment I’d seen her, I’d wanted her, but this wasn’t mere sexual interest.I was infatuated—had been since the beginning.Being here, spending time with her, only made that bigger.
“Are thosemeatballs?”she asked on a whimper.
I turned to face her, once again putting us chest to hip.She felt good.Strong but soft.Supple, like a great leather jacket.Except Millie was prettier than any piece of apparel and more intriguing.Yeah, I shouldn’t compare her to a coat.Jesus, I was a mess.
“Yep.I had a little trouble at the market, but I eventually found the ingredients.”Understatement of the year.But Millie didn’t need to know that.
She licked her lips as she met my gaze with her wide, wondering eyes.“Iadoremeatballs.”
I grinned and winked.“I know.”
She returned her attention to the cookie sheet and swallowed.“Ida Jane?”
“Ida Jane,” I confirmed.“She said—and I quote—‘turnaround is fun.’She told me you’d understand.”
Millie glanced up with a shy smile.“I do.I helped Maxim when he was trying to talk her into the courthouse wedding in Nashville.”
“You did?”I asked, surprised.
“Of course.He’s a good man.He’s got this look when he sees her.”Millie’s gaze dropped back to the meatballs, but not before I caught the longing she tried to mask.“When can we eat?”
“Hungry?”
She had to be.She was carrying around and growing an extra human; I’d live in a state of constant starvation if I had to go through that.
“Want one now and then more with the spaghetti and sauce?”
“God, yes.”She moaned.Quick as a sprite, she darted past me and nipped a fork from her drawer.She poked a small, browned round of meat and nibbled at the side.She moaned again as she chewed.“So good.”She licked her lips and attacked the rest of her treat, which had blood leaving my head and flowing straight to my dick.
Millie turned me on like no other woman.Ever.
Some of my teammates were vocal about their desire to only ever bed skinny models, but I was more liberal in my tastes.I’d always liked a woman who looked like she could take a pounding—no ultra-skinny chicks for me.
But Millie was more than her juicy ass and her bouncy tits that continued to tantalize me.She had a lovely hourglass shape that even her pregnancy hadn’t diminished, at least from behind.She was also fit—strong.I still wasn’t sure why she had those star-burst patterned scars on her hands, ones that looked like she’d punched something or someone many times.Enough to have her skin split more than once.
We’d get to a place where she told me about those scars—and the ones she carried inside.I hoped.
I cleared my throat because my thoughts were turning decidedly X-rated as I watched her tongue swipe her lower lip.“Want to change before we eat?The sauce needs to simmer a bit more, and I’ll start the water to boil now that you’re home.”
She paused from licking the fork, her tongue sliding back into the soft recess of her mouth.I gripped the counter behind me to keep from reaching for her and slamming my lips to hers with all the hunger pent up after months of missing her.“You should go.Now.”
“I…sure.”She turned and disappeared, looking a bit like a dog that had been kicked.
I heaved a long, harsh sigh.Shit.I had many questions, but I needed to let her open up at her own pace.It was frustrating, but it was also the best way to learn about Millie.And I wanted to knoweverything.Also, I was pretty sure I’d just failed to meet one of Millie’s needs.Problem was, I wasn’t sure which need it was.And that pissed me off.
Women were monstrously confusing creatures.
Buthowwas I supposed to know what a woman needed if she didn’t tell me?
Also, even if I could get to that point with Millie, I sucked at relationships.I knew this because I’d never had one for more than a week or two, max.Alyssa told me I’d never put any effort into getting to know a woman before.She said I was “surface,” which wasn’t wrong but also pissed me off.
Things were getting better between Millie and me, now that I was here, but I had a long, slow, frustrating road ahead before I made the progress with her that I needed to.And plenty of chances to mess it up along the way.
Millie
