Silas looked at her. “I’ve been angry, but I would never try to kill you, Mills. You know that, right?”
“I do,” she said, hurting for him. “Don’t worry. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find out who killed your brother.” The brothers walked away to be swallowed up by the forest. She had to keep that promise. No matter what.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The SUV windows fogged up on the way back to Millie’s place, and Scott turned up the heat. Then he made the mistake of looking at her.
Holy fuck. Her hair curled wildly around her smooth face, and her wet shirt plastered to her breasts, showing clear outlines.
She turned toward him, her gaze running over his wet torso.
He sped up, driving quickly to slide to a stop in front of the house. The tension in the vehicle slipped beneath his skin, pounding with need.
She jumped out and ran through the rain into the house, and he followed her, feeling like a predator chasing his cute little smartass but sweet prey.
He had more bruises than he could count, but nothing compared with the pounding in his dick. He’d gotten hard the second Millie had planted her sweet ass on him in the truck earlier, and the sound of her orgasm kept filling his head. Then to see her after the rain soaked her, he wanted to lick every inch dry.
She was everything, and he had to figure out how to keep her safe.
For now, he walked up the stairs with her to her bedroom, his heart thundering. When they landed inside, he shut the door and looked at her. “You good?”
“I’m fine. You’re the one who just got into a fight.” Her beauty prodded at the darkness in him that wanted to take her down to the bed and now.
“You should ease my hurts.” Without waiting for her to flirt back, he was on her, his hands on her hips and his lips taking hers. She tasted like sunshine and spice, and her scent of magnolias drifted around him, sliding through him, landing hard in his heart.
Her sweet hands somehow scorched his skin as she tugged his shirt out of the way and filled her palms with his abs, humming softly as she did so. Her electric touch zipped right to his balls.
The idea that somebody wanted to hurt her roared fire through him that he had to calm before he allowed himself to continue. Gently, he caressed her back, then tangled his fingers in her hair. “I love your hair,” he murmured against her mouth. “It’s wild and unpredictable, like you.”
She pulled his shirt free. “I love your chest. It’s hard, unyielding, and strong. Like you.” To punctuate her words, she kissed and nipped his pecs, her fingers tracing the dips and hollows of his abs. “You could be airbrushed, Terentson.” She released his jeans and reached in, sliding her smooth hand along his length.
Desire shot through him so quickly his ears rang.
A sweetness lived in Millie Frost that stole his breath every time. But this side of her, the passionate and free side, that one owned him. Had since the first time she’d glared at him upon discovering he was a lawyer.
A primal possessiveness clawed through him with the need to take her and make her his. Forever. To keep her and explore the world with her.
She leaned up on her toes and nipped his jaw before nibbling his mouth. The woman was temptation, sin, and pure innocence all at once, and he tried to shut down ideas of forever. They hadn’t even discussed right now. But for once in his life, words weren’t of the utmost importance. This was. Touching her. Learning her. Loving her.
Leaning back, she licked her swollen red lips, and removed her blazer. “We have to be quiet. Brigid is just down the hall.”
It took a moment for her words to register.
Then a wickedness rose in him. A playful side to him that nobody else in his life had ever brought out. “Oh yeah? Let’s test that rule.” He lifted her and tossed her on the bed.
She bounced and chuckled.
Before she could claim a full breath, he bent down and pulled the shirt over her head. She helped ditch the bra. Then he slid her pants down to the floor along with her panties, knelt, and tossed her legs over his shoulders. He had to taste her.
Now.
He licked her, humming along her clit.
Her entire body trembled. “Scott,” she whispered.
Yeah. She drove him crazy every minute, and at least here, he’d keep control of them both. So he went at her, giving her just enough bite with fingers and lips that soon she moaned restlessly against him.
“Quiet,” he whispered, chuckling against her core.
