Her eyes are still closed. Shit, I have to stop this. I lean back, but her little hands grip my shoulders as she tries to keep me close.
“You’re killing me here,” I groan.
Her eyes flutter open.
“Milly.”
Her gaze flits to my mouth. I’m already staring at hers, at the way her pink lips pucker a little as she sleeps.
“Hi,” she says brightly, but she still hasn’t given up her hold on me.
“Morning.” I lick my lips.
She follows the movement. My cock is still pressed against her pussy, only the fabric of my briefs and her panties separating us. I have the urge to flip her on her back and rip away everything between us. God, the mental image almost has me coming.
I grab her wrists and pull her loose from my shoulders, then ease backward. When the warmth of her cunt is gone, I curse myself for backing away. But it’s for the best.
“Oh, sorry.” She shakes her head.
“Don’t be sorry. No more of that word.” I pull the blanket around my waist then turn and stand.
“Is something wrong?”
Other than the fact I woke up about two milliseconds away from fucking you? “Nothing’s wrong. I just have some work to do.” I hurry to the bathroom, keeping my erection out of sight as best I can.
“Work? In the bathroom?” she asks as I close the door.
Fucking hell. “I’ll be out soon,” I call. “How are you feeling?”
“Confused about you leaving, glad that I’m here, and much less afraid than yesterday.”
Milly is so quirky. Honest to a fault. Nothing like me. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her.
“Good.”
“I like it here,” she adds.
“I’m glad.” I really am. She definitely seems comfortable in my bed. I glare at my erection that still hasn’t relented. “But we’re going to be doing some traveling. We’ll leave this afternoon. Is that all right?”
“Where are we going?” Her voice is louder. Oh, shit. Is she coming to the door?
“Paris.”
She gasps. “Really?”
“Really. I have some work to do there. Shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”
“I’m so excited!” she squeals.
She’s so close. Right outside the door. “Good. I’ll have Mrs. Verne get you all set up for travel. You’ll need clothes and other things. She can get it all in short order, and we’ll be flying in a private jet, so no worries there.”
“This is like a dream.” She leans against the door.
I lean, too. And I agree with her. Last night seems like a dream, and waking up to her in my bed–that’s the sweetest dream I’ve ever experienced.
“You sure you won’t tell me who you are, Milly?” I hold my breath.
I can feel her retreating from the door. “I’m nobody. At least that’s what my dad says.”
I hate the hurt in her voice, and I suddenly have a very real need to punch her father in the face. “That’s not true.”
“I’ll tell you. I promise. Just give me a little time. Okay?”
I can do that. For now. One thing’s certain: No matter who she is, I’ll protect her.
8
Milly
I'm starting to understand the phrase ‘bursting with excitement.’ Oh, and that one about being ‘over the moon’ about something makes more sense too. Who knew almost being kidnapped would be the greatest thing to ever happen to me? Especially because I got to wake up this morning in bed with Mateo.
“You okay, dear?” Mrs. Verne asks as she cuts off a tag to one of the pretty dresses she had delivered for me. There have been a ton of boxes dropped off for our trip. I thought Mateo said we were only going for a couple of days, but from all the packages you’d think we’re going to be gone a lot longer than that. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll be more than happy to stay in freaking Paris longer. I’d have to be crazy to not want to. I never get to go on trips. I never really got to go anywhere before I went off to college.
“I’m okay.” I drop my hands from my cheeks, not having realized I’d placed them there while thinking about Mateo and me waking up in bed together. Our bodies had been pressed against each other. He’d been hard, and I don’t mean just his body. Well, his cock is part of his body, but still. He was turned on. It’s the first time I’ve been that close to a man. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything you’d like, dear.” I smile, enjoying when Mrs. Verne calls me that. I’ve never had a nickname or had someone call me by a term of endearment. I’m having a lot of firsts here.
“You know men.”
“I’ve known quite a few in my life.” She winks at me, making me laugh. I’m trying to figure out how to ask the question. Normally I’d Google it, but I don’t have my phone. Mateo took the one back from me he’d let me use. “Go on, don’t get all shy on me now.” She encourages me.