“Millie,” he rasps, taking a step forward, then another, and another until he’s standing so close to me that all I would need to do is lift my hand and I would be touching him.
“Axton,” I exhale.
Instead of speaking, he’s on the move again. Bullet slides to the side, giving Axton some room. His boots are stomping toward me, and then I feel his arm around my waist, and my body is lifted into the air.
I don’t even have a moment to cry out before my body is turned. Then I’m shrouded in darkness, and I have no idea where we are until I hear a light switch flick, and then a low light fills the small place.
We’re in a janitor’s closet. I can smell the cleaner fumes, but I don’t care, because Axton’s scent is stronger than bleach. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing, but don’t get the chance to say anything before his lips are pressed against mine and his tongue slides deep inside my mouth.
He kisses me—long, deep, wet, and absolutely thigh-trembling perfect.
Nothing else matters.
The past?What’s that?
The future?Don’t know her.
The present?Everything.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MILLIE
I want him inside me.
This kiss is everything I’ve been missing the past ten years. I didn’t know I needed it the way I do, but I did.
Desperately.
I reach for his cut, my fingers gripping the leather tightly. It feels warm and cool all at the same time beneath my grasp. I want to rip it off him, or maybe I want to feel that leather against my nipples… Yeah, that’s it.
That’s what I want.
Him inside me. The leather against my bare skin. His lips on my neck.
He breaks the kiss and nibbles on my bottom lip before his eyes find mine. Those eyes that are so dark blue they’re black at first glance. I open my mouth to say something, though I don’t know what I would say other thanplease, please fuck me right now, Axton.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Millie?” he demands in his rough, sexy-as -sin voice.
I open my mouth to tell him… what, I’m not sure. I don’t know what the hell I would say.I’m sorry I ran off when I was eighteen and you wouldn’t make me your old lady?
I was an idiot kid, and you hurt my feelings when you fucked clubwhores? I wanted everything from you, and that was something you wouldn’t promise me? I’ve been stripping in Vegas for a decade.
I mean, how does that conversation go?
“I work here, Axton.”
I decide to go with the smart-ass answer because the others are just far too logical and vulnerable at the moment. I’m not ready for that yet. I’m not ready to open up to him. I don’t know if I ever will be. That part of who we are is over and done with. Never to be reopened.
Except, him being inside me right now sounds like a good idea. The best idea, really. We don’t have to talk. We can fuck. We can have a great time, and then it will be out of our system.
“Yeah, babe. I fuckin’ got that when I saw your gold ass shimmering on that stage,” he barks.
God, the bite of his words, the tone, it makes my stomach dip. It’s hot, just like him. I can’t deny that there was always something so sexy about him when he was pissed off. Then he would fuck me when angry, and wow.
So damn wow.
“It’s just a job,” I whisper.
