Page 93 of When Hearts Collide
The same type of flower I’ve kept in my apartment after Millie visited my office hours in ULA. The ray of sunshine in the dark space and now, its owner will finally see them.
Setting Millie down, I bite back a smile as I watch her gape at her surroundings, even though it’s only your standard luxury bathroom with all the furnishings.
“This is bigger than our living room in SoHo.” She gasps, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Isn’t your brother Adrian Scott? Shouldn’t you be used to luxury by now?”
I walk to the bathtub and check the temperature. Hot enough to soothe the muscles, but not scalding. Perfect.
She shakes her head as she trails her fingers over the white marble countertops, skating over the clear glass stall of the two-person jet shower, her mouth parted as she takes in the separate sauna room before glancing at the bathtub.
“Daffodils!” She fawns over the flowers, reminding me of Persephone breathing life into her surroundings, giving warmth to the god of the underworld.
Her hair is a tangled mess cascading over her back, her dress is ripped and covered in dirt.
But she looks perfect. Especially here in my haven, in the space I’ve taken no woman outside of my family to. I want her to stay here. I want to wake up with her by my side.
And perhaps, for tonight, I can pretend.
“Come here,” I command softly, and she whirls toward me.
Her smile slips from her face as she takes in my serious expression. A spaghetti strap slides off her shoulder, and my cock twitches at the effortless seductive sway of her hips, her pouty lips parted as if she’s reading every thought in my mind.
Quietly, I trail my hands over her shoulders, relishing the soft gasp and the pebbling of goosebumps gracing her skin. I slip off her dress from her lithe frame, a heady heat traveling south as I see the smooth expanse of milky skin, the way a lacy bra hugs her curvy tits, the red scratch marks, and pinkish bite marks over her cleavage.
Closing my eyes, I pull her toward me and inhale her scent of jasmine and vanilla, now laced with the seductive smell of the forest, and my cock hardens in milliseconds. I press my lips to her neck, my teeth scraping down her sensitive column and she lets out a soft moan, which inflames my senses.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I rasp against the pulse fluttering there, my hands unhooking her bra and molding around her swollen tits.
“You’re my whirlwind, Ryland,” she whispers, tilting her neck back for me as I trail kisses down her cleavage and capture her nipple, a perfect shade of brown, in my lips.
“Oh my God, I feel so sensitive. I ache for you,” she whimpers.
A growl sounds from my throat, a curl of possession wrapping around my chest.
I want to be the only man to see her this way.
Hoisting her up, I swallow her gasp of surprise, my mouth tasting those sweet lips once more, my tongue laving the bite mark I left earlier in Noire, noticing the hint of metallic taste from the spot of blood at the corner of her mouth. Gently, I set her in the bath and she lets out a moan of satisfaction.
“This is heaven.” She sighs, her eyes fluttering shut, and she leans against the soft headrest at the end of the tub.
Layers of bubbles cover her body, the jets emitting a low hum and Millie moans as the hot water is no doubt soothing her sore muscles.
Lust snakes through me and I quickly shrug out of my clothes and step into the bath with her.
Her eyes snap open, her gaze flaring and trailing down my chest, her mouth dropping open. Her pupils dilate and a pulse flutters rapidly on her neck, an enticing swath of crimson spreading over her pale skin.
Smiling, I lean forward and tug her toward me so her back is flushed against my front. She lets out another breathy moan as she settles in place. I pluck a grape from the tray and feed it to her luscious lips.
She takes in the fruit, her tongue licking my fingers before her mouth closes around them in a lusty suck.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my cock as hard as steel again, pressing between the smooth swells of her ass. “I was wrong about you all along.”
“Hmm…” She gyrates her luscious behind on my cock, moving up and down my throbbing length, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“I thought you were a goodie-two-shoes, the sweet, bright soul against my darkness…but now I see, there was a slutty schoolgirl inside you all along,” I rasp against her ear, my fingers traveling around her waist and reaching between her legs.
She winces as I slide my finger up her slit and gently massage her pussy before reaching up and angling her head toward me. “I’d fuck you, but you must be sore from the scene just now.”
