Which told me she was nervous.
Which made me nervous.
I’d grilled her surgeon on Saturday night after calling the emergency line, and asked him every question I could think of.
Could she die on the table? Never grow her liver back? Not be able to have kids? Go into liver failure herself?
He told me complications with the anesthesia were more common than the actual surgery and recovery. That didn’t do much to make me feel better. I’d never been this protective over a chick in my life, other than Jenna, but this was different … this was … I’d never been in love and now I was grateful for that. I wasn’t sure I could go through this with every girlfriend I had. Anything that hurt her or made her sad hurt me and made me sad. It was fucking uncomfortable.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Millie said, startling me as she placed a steaming hot pile of amazing food before me.
I sighed, looking up at her. Did she have any idea how sexy she looked in just my t-shirt and undies?
“I’ve never been in love before. I don’t like it.”
She knew from my tone I was being playful and so she laughed.
“Oh yeah, why not?”
I stabbed a chunk of hash brown and popped it in my mouth. “Too many feelings.” Steam left my mouth when I talked and she grinned.
Reaching into my shirt, she trailed her finger along my scar. “Right here? Did I get you right here?” she teased.
If only she knew. She got me everywhere.
I nodded. I didn’t think Millie knew what love meant for me, like I was ready to lock it down and make sure no other dude swept her away. I wanted this chick to be my wife, forever, but I didn’t want to scare her off.
God, I had it so bad.
Must be the good cookin’. But I knew it wasn’t, it was her. She’d convinced my dad to do sober living for a year. And then convinced me to pay for half of it.
“You’re a witch,” I told her, taking another bite.
She grinned again, and her smile made every muscle in my body clench.
“If I’m a witch, it means you have to do whatever I say.” She dipped her finger into the hollandaise sauce and stuck it in my mouth.
Good Lord, woman.
I sucked the sauce off and nodded. “I guess that’s what it means.”
“Make love to me,” she commanded.
I jumped up so fast my chair fell backward, then I reached down and heaved her up over my shoulder like a caveman.
Her peals of laughter caused a grin to cross my face as I carried her back to the bedroom. She was clearly down for spontaneous sex. Now if that wasn’t wife material, I didn’t know what was. Could you marry someone you’d known like ten days? Like, was that insane? Had I gone insane? She squealed as I threw her onto the bed and her hair splayed out around her. The baggy t-shirt of mine she wore rode up high on her belly, showing her tiny teal lace boy shorts. I kicked off my t-shirt and shorts and got down on my knees, kissing her ankles.
I slowly ran my tongue from her ankle to her knee and felt her thighs clench when I grabbed them and split them wide open. Stroking my thumbs up her thighs, I ran over the damp heat of her center and went right for her breasts. She moaned, arching her back as I ran my tongue up her thigh and then placed my lips on her heat.
With a loud smack, I kissed her wet warmth and she groaned. Using my fingers, I tweaked her nipple and her hands became frantic, searching for me. Dragging my tongue across her bellybutton, I pushed her shirt up to reveal two perfect breasts. She was legitimately my dream girl in every way. Taking her left nipple into my mouth, I sucked, and that’s when she grabbed my hardness and started to stroke.
A guttural moan left my throat and I released her nipple, moving up to her mouth. Her lips were already open, waiting for me. The second I put mine on hers, she sighed in relief and I breathed her in. Tilting her hips, she grinded against my hardness with need.
“Ashton, I need you,” she whispered.
Normally there would be more foreplay, but she didn’t have to tell me twice. Reaching into my side drawer, I pulled on a condom as she shimmied out of her undies. Laying there naked, wet, and ready, was the hottest I’d ever seen her.
Lowering myself on top of her, she reached down and lined up my hardness with her center. We came together and both groaned in satisfaction as I filled her up. Her movements were fast, frantic, and hungry, which only fed my hunger. As she raked her nails down my back, she pumped her pelvis and moaned in my ear. Sometimes with Millie I felt like I was making up for lost time. Like I should have met her sooner and so now we had so much catching up to do. I wanted to take her to a Tennessee Titans game and have sex with her in a hundred different ways and show her all my childhood haunts. This was one of those moments when it felt like we couldn’t get close enough.
The pleasure shot through my body in waves, and even though I tried to slow it down and enjoy it more, I couldn’t. She hooked her ankles behind my back and arched herself up off the bed, doing
