And then, as if she’s trying for patience, too, she slips her arms from around my waist, smooths her hands down her top, and picks up her cup of tea.
Everything about it is so forced—so clearlynotwhat she wants—I can’t take it. I lift the mug from her grasp and meet her surprised gaze.
“I saidIcan be patient,” I say, setting down the mug. “I didn’t say you needed to be.” I reach for her, my hands landing on her slender ribs, inches from her breasts, and I pull her to me. Millie lets out a startled gasp as her lips meet mine.
She doesn’t protest or try to hold back, and when I open my mouth, her tongue finds its way in, as sweet and soft as apricots. Her hands claw into my hair, tugging me closer—as if we could be any closer without becoming one flesh. Her breasts crush against me with soft heaviness.
Millie wants me, and it’s enough. It’s all I need. I can be as patient as the moon.
I break the seal of our mouths and murmur into hers. “I’ll give you anything you want.” I’ve wanted to tell her this since our first kiss, but hearing the words, I know they aren’t exactly right. I try again. “I want to give you everything.”
Yes, that’s it.
Our mouths join again, and she makes a plaintive sound, one laced with regret. She tilts her chin down just enough to speak. “Ican’t.”
I hold her tighter so she knows she’s not alone and drag my lips to her ear. “You can.” I lick the dainty, almost translucent curve of her ear, and she shivers against me.
“I told you…” she murmurs. My lips press against her throat, and I feel her swallow. “I’m powerless.”
I let my teeth graze against the slope of her neck and shake my head. “No, Millie. You have all the power.”
Her hands move to my shoulders, and she grips them. “But I’ll—”
“I keep my promises,linda.Let me show you how good I am at keeping my promises.” I glide one hand up to cup her breast and run my thumb over its hidden peak. Even beneath her top, and what I’m sure is a bra that is sexy enough to make me cry, I can feel her nipple, hard and tight, ready to be suckled.
“Gah—” Millie’s head tilts back and my mouth claims the invitation, kissing the base of her throat. “You don’t understand,” she warns.
I chuckle against her skin. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me,” I let my teeth skim her collarbone, “all will be well as long as I keep my pants on.”
Millie straightens and meets my eyes, looking at me like I’ve dropped English and Spanish for Swahili. “Wha—You—”
Holding her gaze so she takes in every word, I run my very lucky thumb back and forth. “I said I keep my promises. My pants stay on. Yours, on the other hand...” I glance down to her lap and let an even luckier hand touch the arrow of denim between her clamped thighs. A shudder runs through her, and I hook my arm around her waist to steady her.
When I lay her down along the length of the couch, she doesn’t resist. A cry, half distress, half desire, leaves her, and I lean over her, intent on answering both the distress and the desire.
My fingers meet at the top button of her blouse. “Let me show you,” I tell her, plucking the button free as I press a kiss to her rose petal lips, “how well I can keep my promise.”
Millie sighs, her hands gripping my waist. I can see and feel the battle waging inside her. Slipping free another button, I watch her close her eyes, a line etching between her brows.
“Let go,” I whisper. “I’ve got you.”
But I sound much more calm than I really am. Because as the fabric of her blouse parts, I find silk and lace the color of pewter. Elegant. Exquisite. Maddening.
“Tan hermosa.”My thoughts rise in Spanish, but I rush to translate them for her. “So beautiful.”
A small voice in the back of my mind advises me to take my time. Stroke her with the back of my knuckles right where lace meets skin. Ride the scalloped edge of her finery with the tip of one finger.
If only I had that kind of control.
I don’t. I bury my face in her breasts and devour. I taste sweetness, a hint of sweat, and warmth. She is fucking delicious. I tug down her delicate cup until one breast bobs free. As soon as I see her tight, coral pink nipple, I have to have it. Greedy, I wrap my mouth around her and suck.
Millie gasps, arching her back. One of her hands moves back to my head, her fingers threading into my hair. The other fights to free the tail of my shirt from my jeans, and when it does, her hand sweeps up my spine.
Her touches spur me. I mouth, lick, suck, and nibble, feeling the quickening of her heartbeat against my lips.
“Luc… Oh my God…”
My name on her lips and the ache in her voice make my hard cock even harder, but my own need is nothing compared to the need to give this to her. To prove this to her. I free her other breast and love it just as well.
