Millie smiled against my lips.“I want to make you feel good.No, I need to.”She pulled back and stared into my eyes.Her face was soft, open, her expression so trusting.This honesty thing wasfreakinggenius.
“Is it okay like this?”she asked as she hovered over my swollen tip.
“Yes.Please.I want…need…inside…”
She settled over me, her supple, warm flesh running along the sensitive underside of my shaft.I wanted to piston up into her, but instead, I took her hips and waited.And waited, as my breathing turned ragged and sweat sheened over my chest.Finally, she slid down, taking my rigid length inside her.
We both gasped as she settled her hips against my pelvis.
“Luka,” she mumbled as I blurted, “So fuckin’good.”
She lifted, then slid down again.I wasn’t sure the sensations could get better, but they did.She rose and let gravity bring her down over and over, until we were both covered in a layer of sweat.Her movements grew less fluid, no doubt because of the baby.I toppled her gently, so we were facing each other, still joined, and I worked my hips in and out.She hitched her knee higher, giving me deeper access, and I pistoned, over and over, doing my best to bump against her clit with each stroke.
Millie’s breath stuttered and her cheeks flushed more, her eyes glistened.Then she stiffened, her body wound so tight, and released.As her inner muscles undulated around my shaft, I pushed into her once more, groaning and cursing as I emptied my aching balls deep inside her.
The great thing about being on my side was I didn’t collapse onto her.I studied her as I caught my breath, taking in her parted, kiss-swollen lips, her rosy cheeks, and her glistening eyes with the lids at half-mast.Her hair was a halo of tangles that lay over her cheek and neck.
“I love you, Millie.”
Millie
My gaze flashedup to Luka’s, my heart pounding against my ribs even harder now, but for an entirely different reason.
“You…”Can’t.
I’dusedLuka—ghosted him.Now he knew how I’d been duped and betrayed by a man looking to better his financial situation.Iwas like Trent—my treatment of Luka, out of fear, was thesame.
I shook my head, frantic to break free from the vise of terror his words created within me.
He frowned.“What are you thinking?”
I dropped my gaze.Why the hell was I naked?I mean, I knew why, but now that he’d said those words, I felt raw, exposed…so much morenakedthan I’d been when we were banging.I gasped.“You…”
Luka’s warm palm slid against my cool skin, shocking me back into the moment.I gasped again, my gaze locking to his.The worry had settled in his eyes; his lips tugged down at the corners.
“I’ve got you, Millie,” he murmured.
My heart raced, my breath broke, and I was crying, clawing at his back—trying to get away, trying merge into his skin.
All the while he held me, makingshhsounds, letting me fall apart in the safety of his arms while he kept my parts from flying away into the ether.
Eventually my sobbing slowed, and mortification built.I ducked my head.
“Stop putting up so many fucking walls,” Luka growled.He rolled onto his back, releasing me, and I shivered.So cold, so lonely.
I didn’t know what to do.
He couldn’t love me.Hecouldn’t.
I wasn’t worth his regard.My father had told me as much.Many, many times.
I crawled toward Luka, desperate for his comfort, his touch…his love.He let me settle against him, but this time his embrace was begrudging.He didn’t want me there.
I’d ruined the moment.Worse, I worried I’d ruined the fragile bond Luka had been working so hard to build.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke ravenous enough to gnaw my arm from my body and nauseous enough to vomit anything inside my stomach.Luka wasn’t in the bed, and from the cool feel of the pillow when my hand drifted across it, he hadn’t been there for quite some time.
I stood, winced, and waddled to the bathroom.I nearly jumped at the sight in the mirror, my crazy hair and my red, swollen eyes.
