Although what the hell else would it be anyway?
I’m not sure why it would be anything other than fun. We don’t know one another anymore, even if the sex is really good, like beyond amazingly good.
“You go to work. You live your life. And I protect you.”
I slide my tongue along my bottom lip and wet the skin there before I clear my throat. I don’t know how exactly to respond to that. I don’t. Instead, I stare at him, waiting for something more to come, because he has to have more up his sleeve than that.
“Axton?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.
He releases his grasp on my hair, his hand shifting back down my spine, his fingers curling around my waist again as he holds me close to him.
I can feel his warm, hard body pressed against mine, and I want him again. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way, that I should be discussing the future, the protection, and Dante Barone, but I can’t help myself.
I want him. I want more.
“I’m going to work?”
He hums. “I won’t take any of that from you, Mill. The club is in charge of security at the Gilded Room now. You’re safe inside those walls, and I’ll be coming to your apartment when I’m not on duty.”
“When you are?” I ask.
“I’ll have a guy on your building. That asshole isn’t coming anywhere near you.”
I’m not sure if I should feel protected, relieved, or what. I’m really not sure what I feel right now. I don’t know how to categorize all of this. Does he think this is fun? Is this more? Could it be more? Could it be nothing? Is it a favor to an old friend?
And if I ask him any of those questions, I’m going to come off as completely desperate and possibly a little crazy.
So, instead of bombarding him with questions, I shift my face forward and brush my lips across his. Then I rest my cheek against his chest and breathe. Closing my eyes, I send a hope and a prayer to whomever or whatever is listening that this can be the end of something bad. And at the same time, the beginning of something beautiful.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MILLIE
When I wake up,I’m alone. I don’t even have to open my eyes to sense that he’s gone. Axton takes up every ounce of any room he’s in, so I would feel him if he were here. My eyelids flutter open, and I look up at the ceiling.
My neck aches, my head hurts, and I’m exhausted, but in the best ways. My body is sore, every single muscle hurts, but at the same time, it’s exhilarating. I can’t remember the last time I had such amazing sex, like out-of-this-world amazing. We did it one more time last night before we both passed out.
But now that he’s gone, sadness consumes me.
I wish he were here with me. His arms wrapped around me, his lips on my flesh, and his cock buried deep inside me. Everything about Axton Colter is out of this world, and I want more. So much fucking more.
Rolling over to my side, I push myself up to sitting, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath before I let it out slowly and stand. I shuffle towardthe bathroom to take care of business, then head toward the kitchen for coffee and food.
After starting the coffee, I root around in the fridge for some Greek yogurt. I throw a few spoonfuls in a bowl, then add some granola from the cabinet, plus a handful of both raspberries and blueberries. I drizzle the whole bowl with honey before dipping my spoon inside and taking a big bite. I look out the small kitchen window at the city surrounding me.
I miss the mountains.
I miss the clean air.
I miss the small town.
I miss it all.
I hear my phone ring in the other room and hurry toward my bedroom, reaching for the device on the nightstand. It’s Heidi. Sliding my finger across the screen, I lift it to my ear before I greet her.
“Heidi?” I call out. “Is everything okay?”
She doesn’t speak immediately, but when she does, I am forced to sit down on the edge of my bed. It’s either that or fall to the floor on my ass. I choose the bed. Closing my eyes, I start to ask her again if everything is okay.
