House Rules(62)

“Fuck, Miller.”

He lifted his mouth from me. “Oh, sweet baby, you want to fuck?”

“Oh god, please.”

“Only after I’m done.”

His tongue pressed into my wet heat over and over again. My legs began to shake but Miller held them down, his fingers biting into the sensitive flesh. When he delivered one final lick and a swirl around my clit, I lost it, screaming his name so loud my throat felt raw. Not a moment passed before he slid into me.

“Let’s fuck.”

Miller slammed home, pulling back only to thrust again. His hands held my thighs back as he pumped into me over and over, the force of his thrusts rocking the couch so hard it felt like it moved beneath me.

“Damn, baby, I can still feel your tremors.”

“Harder,” I begged.

His thrusts became harder, faster, until the room was in a tail spin, both of us searching for the release that was within our grasp.

“Sweet Jesus.”

Miller lay his body gently on mine. Our bodies were slick, our desires sated. Exhaustion swept over my body like an iron blanket, pinning me to the couch. “I can’t move.”

“Give me a minute.” He paused for breath between each word.

Slowly his breathing returned to normal, and just as my eyelids became too heavy to keep them open, he scooped me into his arms. “Come on sexy, time to get you into to bed.”

My body was too limp to argue and once my flushed skin slid in between the now familiar cool, crisp sheets, nothing could stop my eyes from staying closed.



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A loud beeping sound yanked me from sleep. My eyes snapped open and I sat up, pulling the sheet high over my naked breasts.

What is that?

I frantically searched the room for the source of the noise as feet thundered up the stairs. Was the house on fire?

I lunged from the bed when the door burst open to reveal Miller. Except it was a Miller I’d never seen before. His hair was disheveled, like he’d been running his fingers through it, and at the corner of his eyes and running down the length of his cheek was a white streak. His bare chest was covered in brown spots.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The beeping ceased. Thank God.

“What the hell was that?” I sat back down on the bed, my heart thundering in my chest.

“The smoke detector.”

It wasn’t like any smoke detector I’d ever heard. It sounded more like a siren than a beep. “What set it off?” I figured if Miller wasn’t running for the exits it was safe to relax back into the bed.

“I—I—I . . . uh . . . was trying to make you breakfast.” His hand went through his hair again, probably not for the first time that morning.

“Breakfast?”

“Yeah.” He waved his hands at me. “You stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He spun on his heel and left in a whirlwind, closing the door behind him. I tightened the sheets around me, wondering about breakfast and also how, with everything I knew about Miller, how had I missed him knowing how to cook? Then again, smoke detectors didn’t go off for no reason.

As hard as I tried to hold on to worrying about breakfast, I couldn’t stop thoughts of the day before from creeping up on me. Miller was downstairs making me breakfast in bed and I still hadn’t told him about what happened in the parking lot. That tingle up my spine was back, and even now the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. The footsteps. The shadows. Were they figments of my imagination?

Between Ray’s nonsense at the bar and his continuous text messages, I had more than enough on my plate. Thankfully, Miller had dealt with Nathan Marcello because if I’d had to worry about him on top of everything else, I wasn’t sure I’d want to get out of bed every day.

For a brief moment the night before, I’d thought about telling Miller about what happened in the parking lot, but I didn’t want to add another thing where he had to deal with something for me. Being the needy girlfriend never led to anything good. Not that I was sure whether the term “girlfriend” applied here. I knew we were seeing each other exclusively, but was it enough to be considered a more permanent fixture in his life?

Things had been so good, I didn’t want to give him another reason to decide that all of this was too much. From what I knew this was his first real relationship and after our fight the other day over the money, I felt closer to Miller than anyone before. It made me realize how much Miller did care. The idea of throwing more shit in his lap didn’t sit well with me. Everyday I gave him another little piece of my heart. If he walked away because my problems were more than he needed to deal with on top of running a business, he’d shatter me.