by Knox, Abby
Still no answer. Still only a look of primal, unrelenting focus on me.
Holy shit. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me hard. He’s going to get blood and dirt on me and he doesn’t even care. And honestly, neither do I.
He looks like Bruce Willis at the end of Die Hard: wrung out, an inch from death, tired of everyone’s shit, and entirely focused on getting his woman safe back in his arms.
I can’t believe it. I’m going to be kissed by an action hero. Everything seems to stand still except this moment in time. He doesn’t care about anything but getting to me. And I’m ready for it. I lick my lips in anticipation, my breath heaving in my chest.
But before he can reach out for me, about a dozen men and women in uniform, guns drawn, have us surrounded. My brother Max pins him the floor, his arms behind his back.
Everyone is shouting. It’s pandemonium.
I struggle to shout over all the noise.
“Max! Let him go! He came here to save me from him!” I point wildly at Pretzel Guy.
My barrel-chested brother, whose knee is pressed into the doctor’s spinal cord, looks up at me and grunts. “Who?”
“Him! Pretzel Guy!”
“The fuck?” Max looks confused. My brother means well, and I can’t blame him for misreading the situation, what with all the chaos and echoes in this enormous, empty space.
I put my hands on my hips and everyone finally quiets down to listen to me. “Butthead. Do you realize who you are crushing with your giant Hagrid-sized leg right now? That’s ‘Doctor Dave,’ and it looks like he busted his ass to get here because he knew I was in trouble, and I was. Now get off of him and apologize.”
Max grudgingly lets him up and says he’s sorry. I’m relieved to see my giant of a brother hasn’t caused any further injury to my would-be rescuer.
I hear my brother mutter something about how this night has taken a turn for the weird, but I’m ignoring him now. I am purely focused on someone else: the man who made me fall for him.
Chapter Fourteen
Millie
My voice trembles in worry and wonder. “Doctor Dave? You really came here for me?”
His words tumble out dry and ragged. “I told you. It’s David. For you, I’m just David. And I came here for one thing. I need those lips now if you don’t mind.”
My flushed face angles up to meet David halfway, but there’s no need to. His lips capture mine in a searing, knee-buckling, heart-pounding kiss. Our mouths fuse together so tightly it dismantles any last thought I might have had that this is all a dream. His arms pull me close to support me as my body melts into him.
My mind so quickly closes up shop on everything else, I forget the cops are still here.
“Hey!” I hear my brother Max yell, but it’s a distant echo compared to the wet, passionate smooching noises providing all the audio input I can handle.
“Dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing to my baby sister?” Martin says.
It’s the “baby sister” thing that makes me finally pull away from David’s kiss, even though I really, really don’t want to. David grunts in displeasure and tightens his grip around me as I turn to face my brothers. “Boys, you’re done here. Done babying me. Done telling me what to do. Done scaring men away. And you can run and tell Jay the same thing.”
An admonished Max mutters, “Well, we’re not actually done here. You still need to give us a statement about the incident.”
While I do this, David keeps his arms locked around me, even under the wary gazes of my brothers.
The cavalry eventually packs it in, taking a groggy, confused Pretzel Guy away with them in handcuffs, and David and I are finally alone.
In the glow of the security lights, I examine his bruised body. “What happened to you?” I breathe. I lightly brush my fingers against David’s cheekbones. His publicity photos do not do him justice. I had already formed that opinion on the day I worked security at his charity event a while ago. But up this close? He’s achingly beautiful. Or maybe everything looks different, now that I know his strong jaw, sexy crow’s feet, bad-boy smile, and even these bruises belong to me. The knowledge of this sends a rush through my entire body.
He shrugs. “I rode my bike here. Had to put it down on the ice. Got a little banged up. No big whoop.”
My eyes flash in anger. “It’s a very big whoop,” I say, examining his skin while gingerly holding his face. “And very stupid of you, on this ice. Come on, the linen store is right around the corner. I know they’ve got first-aid kits. It’s closer than the security office. I can fix you up.”
He grumbles and leans his forehead against mine, a move that in movies makes me swoon. In real life, for the first time? I think my ovaries just dropped like fifteen eggs at once.
“I’d rather just go to your place and let you fix me up there,” he rumbles, his breath sending a wave of warmth and tingles across my cheek.
“Sorry, John McClane, but I have to wait for my bosses to show up so I can give them the narrative of everything that happened tonight. But I’m sure we can grab one of the officers and have them dispatch an ambulance for you—”
David cuts me off in another kiss, this one tender and sweet and full of longing. His lips are soft, attentive, and caring. It nearly breaks my heart. I’m the one who should be taking care of this injured, magnificent man right now, but he won’t have me fussing over him; he’s made that clear. David follows the kiss with words and breaths full of trembling and an endearing neediness that tugs at all of my heartstrings. “I’m not leaving you. No matter what.”
Chapter Fifteen
David
My Millie pulls me by the hand toward the towel and bedspread store, whatever the hell it’s called. She unlocks the cage door and lets us both in. We quickly find the bathroom odds and ends, and sure enough, a first-aid kit.
I want to protest out of some odd macho need to present myself as tough, but my affection for this woman keeps me in check. She wants to take care of me, so I should let her.
Sitting facing each other on the end of one of the bedding displays, Millie patches me up.
First she brings me water and makes me hydrate, even though I don’t feel thirsty for anything but her. I let her help me take off my motorcycle jacket and shirt, careful to avoid causing more bleeding from the shallow flesh wounds. She cleans out all the dirt and gravel that got mixed in with the ice that scraped the shit out of my arm. After she applies the peroxide to my lacerated shoulder, she blows on it. A low moan rolls out of my throat at the sensation of her breath against my bare skin.
She hears me, and her eyes meet mine with something equally primal before she checks herself. She haltingly tells me I need to take off my pants so she can finish tending to my wounds. Who am I to argue? Moments later, I’m pants-less, shirtless, and helpless against her feminine wiles. As if I ever had any hope of keeping my guard up around my Millie. The most maddening, and most boner-enhancing part of all this is that she’s totally unaware she has any feminine wiles at all. Every look, every touch, from her does things to me, and she doesn’t even realize it.
“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in now, baby,” I say.
She smirks. “I guess you’d better send me to my room to think about what I’ve done. Oh, wait,” she says, a wicked grin radiating from her face. “Look where we are.”
My gaze drops down to the bed, where her hand caresses the fluffy duvet and plumps the pillows at the strange, scaled-down headboard.
“Millie, don’t play with me. I came here looking for a fight that never happened, and I’m full of pent-up testosterone. I’m so ready to spread you out, I might just do it right here on this miniature bed display.”
“My bosses will be here”—she quirks her lip and checks her phone screen—”as soon as my shift ends. So, we have the time.”
I exhale a ragged breath and claim her mouth, kissing her with increasing lust and urgency. My cock wants out, but not until I’m
certain this is what she wants.
“Are you sure this is how you want your first time to be?”
She nods and whispers, “I need you.”
“Obviously you already know there’s going to be some blood.Just tell me to stop if you want me to stop.”
She blushes and shakes her head. “Thanks, Doctor. But no need to worry about any of that. At least I don’t think so. I popped that thing ages ago with my little vibrator.”
I’m caught off guard and it must show because she laughs in between delivering sweet, sensuous kisses to my lips. So sweet and delicious, I almost forget what we’re talking about.
“Are you surprised? I said I was a virgin, not a prude. I am a woman with needs, you know.” She arches one flirtatious eyebrow at me.
And then the image of her touching herself, penetrating her own pussy—make that my pussy—with a substandard battery-operated toy instead of my dick both turns me on more than anything else in my life and makes me insanely jealous at the same time. “Holy fucking shit. You don’t have any idea how sexy you are, do you?”
She shakes her head and smooths her palm down the front of her uniform shirt. “Yeah, this uniform is super alluring, I know.”
I cup her chin with my hands, ignoring the sting caused by the pressure against the scrapes on the meat of my palm. “Everything about you makes me want you. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You could be wearing a giant hot dog costume and still nothing would stand in my way of taking you to the nearest bed.”
She helps me unbutton her uniform shirt and I have to stare for a moment at her partially exposed bra. “A hot dog costume? Where did that come from?” She giggles.
Shaking my head, I tell her, “I don’t know. I’m amped up and not making any sense.” My eyes connect with hers. “But I do know this: you’re even more perfect in person. And I love that you sent me that picture of you. That you trusted me enough with it. I’ve been thinking of them for the past two hours. May I finally touch them?”
“Yes, of course,” she whispers, reaching back and unhooking her bra, letting the cups pop loose and nearly exposing her breasts.
I slip one strap off her shoulder and kiss the skin underneath, caressing the red spot where the strap imprinted on her tender skin. I do the same with the other strap, and we let the bra and her shirt fall away. Kissing my way across her face, back to the tender spot in front of her ear, down her neck, over her collar bone, my mouth and hands meet up at the crest of the two most beautiful mounds on earth.
My Millie moans quietly as I smooth my hand over the nipples, one way and then the other, until they are fully pebbled under my touch and ready to be teased.
She sucks in a breath as my tongue traces circles around the taut, rosy buds. My kisses deepen and her breathing shallows.
“Lie on your back and let me kiss you all over.”
“All…all over?” she asks, her voice breathy.
I trace my fingers slowly from her nipples, down her stomach until I reach the button of her uniform pants. Snapping the button open, I flatten my palm against her skin and slide my hand down between the elastic of her panties and her skin.
A soft moan escapes her.
“All. Over,” I tell her.
My lips graze the supple skin between her breasts. Her fingernails lightly scraping over the areas of my uninjured skin feels like a brush with heaven.
The hand inside her panties slides lower and lower until my fingers find the warmth of her split.
My fingers slide between her folds, warming in her juices. My cock grows another two inches knowing how much honey she’s made for me. “Oh, baby, if you could only know what it means to have you so wet for me.”
My mouth lands somewhere below her navel and I feel her body softly jerk. I murmur sweet and dirty words against the soft skin of her lower belly, punctuating my words with small reassuring kisses. “My girl. My good girl with the sweet, juicy pussy. That pussy belongs to me. All for me and nobody else.” When her breath calms, she tugs off her pants for me.
“All for you, David.”
I growl and kiss my way lower and lower, reveling in the sounds of her voice and her breath catching.
Millie’s fingertips scrape across my scalp, sending tingles through me so intense I have to work to remain focused. “After the first time I ever heard your voice, I bought my first vibrator. Almost every morning after work, before I go to sleep, the memory of your voice gives me an orgasm.”
I’m so floored, I nearly fall right off the tiny little bed. To process what she’s told me, I pause what I’m doing, but probably take a minute too long, because I can see on Millie’s sweet, innocent face that she thinks I’m having second thoughts. No way can I allow her to think that. I come back up to face level and devour her mouth again, pulling her close to me and whispering in her ear. “I’m just a man, and I’m real, and I’m not going anywhere if you’ll let me stay with you.”
Her delicate fingers playing against my chest and abs nearly send me off a cliff of pleasure, and I have to grit my teeth and growl to hold myself together.
“David. I need you. Now.” Her hand is dangerously close to my cock, and my cock is desperate for some touch.
“You want to touch it? See it? Go ahead and take it out. It’s large for you, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitches and she pulls it out. I help by tugging down my boxer briefs. My cock springs free with a heavy whap against my abdomen.
“Oh!” she gasps before her mouth spreads into a wide, wicked smile. I look down between us and see her fingers hovering over it. “Wow.”
“Touch it. Play with it. Slap it. Don’t be scared; it’s just a dick.”
“It’s so…red. And it keeps moving when I talk. Does it hurt?”
I laugh and kiss her with my tongue. “It likes the sound of your voice. Nah, it doesn't hurt. It just really, really wants inside you now.”
Her hand grips my shaft, and I suck in a huge breath. God, she’s delicate and firm at the same time. All this time, her touch is exactly what I’ve been missing. My cock is so happy I have to control my urge to thrust mightily into her two hands that circle it.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Dammit. I don’t have a condom. Sorry, baby, I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting tonight to go like this. It’s OK. Stay still and let me pleasure you.”
She only moans out my name but I don’t hear the rest as I paint a wet trail of kisses down her chest, over her tummy and finally land my mouth between her legs.
Her hips arc upward abruptly, as if she was not expecting this move.
My thumbs slowly spread open her folds; her gleaming pink wetness provokes me to praise any and all deities above or below who may have taken part in creating this unbelievably sexy woman. I take her heat like I’m dying of thirst, her sweet slickness trembling and dripping with every kiss, every moan, every lick. I let her juices fill me, heal me, obliterating any memory of ever tasting another.
“Sweetheart, hold on to something. I’m gonna suck your clit into my mouth.”
I glance upward and she throws her head back, her teeth biting down on one full, rosy lip. Her fingers latch into the fake brass miniature headboard. I follow through on my promise and gently suck her clit into my mouth with a deep tonguing kiss. My sweet Millie’s hips launch into me. She’s crying out, wriggling and moaning in pleasure. My mouth fully lavishes her clit with the attention it deserves, bathing it with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth over and over again with heavy, loud, sucking noises. She tastes like heaven and I can’t get enough.
Millie’s hips rise up off the duvet again, and I take the opportunity to hold her with both arms and pull her hips as tight to me as I can.
As far as I’m concerned, no reason exists why her body should not be fused into mine, at any time of day or night. I don’t need water, or food, or sunlight. I just need her.
When I feel she’s close to coming, I slip one finger inside her pussy, gently stretching. Her moans a
nd pants increase.
“More,” she breathes.
Two fingers enter, stretching her out for my cock.
My probing fingers and my mouth on her clit is finally too much. She shouts my name through a bone-rattling orgasm while her body clenches down on my fingers. I rise up and hold her tight against my body, steadying her while wave after wave hits her, spasming around my two fingers still deep inside her.
I rumble against the soft skin of her neck. “Do you want to know what you taste like?”
“Yes,” she half whispers.
I slowly slip my fingers out of her and hold her face with that hand. “C’mere,” I whisper, bringing her lips to mine and sharing her sweet sticky juices with her.
Millie sweetly moans through the kiss.
Everything about this woman in my arms feels like the sweetest, most pure thing I’ve ever been privileged to hold, and I’m never letting her go. Even her greedy little grabby hands, now pulling me by the cock to encourage me to settle between her thighs, are pure. She’s untouched, unrehearsed, unschooled. Unbelievably sexy.
I laugh into her shoulder, which sends another aftershock through her. “I told you I don’t have a condom, so I’ll have to pull out, OK, baby?”
“Oh,” she says, undaunted. “Here.”
To my surprise, she pulls a condom from the tiny pocketbook within the pocket of her discarded uniform pants.
“I’m dead curious why you’re walking around with a condom in your pocket,” I tease her.
“I have three single brothers. I borrow from them all the time. I figured if I wanted some D, I’d better be prepared to welcome that abundance into my life. You know, like in The Secret.”
We laugh and together sheathe my cock in protection.
We’re still laughing even as I slide my length into her, inch by inch, until she’s ready for my fullness.
“All the way, baby. Please,” she begs.
The teasing and the laughter gradually subside with every gentle push. Our giggles and grins are soon replaced with what I can only describe as passion, wonder and a sense of overwhelming joy.