“Take me home?”
“I’ll take you anywhere, Millie.”
She grinned.“Back to Colombo?”
“I love that place.And we own a condo there.”
Millie had taken an extended leave of absence, not sure she’d be ready to go back to work next month, and not sure what to do with her new wealth.While she wanted to work eventually, she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay in petrochemicals, and she wasn’t sure how she wanted to frame her days.
So far, we hadn’t hired a nanny, but I figured that would come—probably after we bought a house in the neighborhood where Maxim, Cormac, and Naese lived.
Now that I thought about it, it was weird that Naese had bought a big, family house in the neighborhood with the rest of the team.I’d bet just about anything it had something to do with his mystery woman.He and I were definitely having a talk.Soon.
But anyway, as long as Millie was happy with her choices, I was, too.
“Let me just make sure Maxim has everything he needs for Bree,” I said.I kissed Millie again before I broke away.
When I found them, Bree was snuggled against the D-man’s shoulder, a tiny droplet of drool on her lip.I kissed her head.
“You good with my kid, Maxim?”
He scowled.“You know I am.We went over everything yesterday and the day before.And the day before.We set my air conditioner at sixty-eight, and I may die of heat stroke, but your baby will sleep…like a baby.”
“In her pack and play.Not with you.”
“I know, Stolly.And what I haven’t learned, Ida Jane knows thanks to having such an enormous family.”He leaned in closer.“Enjoy your wedding night.We’ll see you at brunch tomorrow.”
He and Ida Jane had set up a morning brunch that all the Wildcatters would attend.It was also a wedding and baby shower combined, so I expected we were going to need a trailer to haul our gifts out of the place.
I ran my hand down Bree’s tiny back once more and then beelined to my wife.
Millie
My pulse poundedwith nerves as I stepped out of the bathroom.I’d run a brush through my hair and put on Luka’s jersey.The wool caressed my bare skin underneath, and my nipples peaked.
I tugged at the hem, which hit mid-thigh, as I entered our bedroom.Luka—that mass of muscle and hotness—lounged against the pillows and headboard.
“You, Millicent AnneStol, are a vision.”
I smiled.“You’re just saying that to get in my pants, husband of mine.”
“Nope.”He popped the P in the word as he rose.His fingertips trailed up the outer edge of my thighs and over my hips before sliding forward to meet at my belly button.I quivered as he sent his hands back down, over my sex and between the soft petals of my center.“I already did that.”He winked.
“You did,” I breathed.“And we have the most precious little girl because of it.”
“Not just a baby girl, but a family.”
I looped my arms around his neck and kissed his chin.
“My family,” he murmured.The seduction was soft, sweet, and thorough.
“Also, you’re not wearing any pants,” he whispered against my cheek before he nipped my earlobe.“You’re so sexy.So beautiful.So wet,” he groaned the last word.
I loved that I made him feel that way.Who would have thought the player of hockey players would want me?
He slipped two fingers into my channel while his other arm banded the back of my thighs, bringing me flush against his muscular torso.He spread his legs wider to give himself room to manipulate his hand between my legs.“Just keeps getting better and better,” he murmured.
His kiss was deep, darkly seductive, and a little wild.Just like Luka.He was everything I never let myself dream of and more—so much more than most people gave him credit for.
