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Chapter Twelve

Miller

I stand on the balcony, gripping the railing so hard I think I might snap it in half, looking out over the city as it glitters below.

Macie said she wanted to tell me… but after she’d gotten dressed.

The only way I could stop myself from mauling her when she stripped down to change into some fresh clothes was to come out here because otherwise the taste of her on my lips and the memory of the way she moaned and shivered for me would have been too much to handle.

My head still feels foggy with the lust, with all the things I want – I need – to do to her.

When I laid my lips against hers and felt the tension moving through her, the dirty-as-fuck tension that told me she loved tasting herself even if part of her found it a little strange, I knew I had to fuck her, fuck her hard right now, pound her young fresh hole until her body had no choice but to give me a family.

But there was a look in her eyes, almost like prey, like she was scared.

Part of it turned me on, made my cock press against my pants with even more urgency, but the protective part of me rioted at the thought of making my woman feel afraid.

I turn at the sound of her footsteps.

She’s changed into a long-sleeved shirt and pajama bottoms, but she’s forgotten to put a bra on, again, her large breasts shifting from side to side as though she’s trying to hypnotize me. Her nipples poking through the fabric, making my mouth actually water, fucking water like I’m going to eat her.

I need to suck those nipples, to taste her pussy again, to bend her over the balcony railing and ram between her thick tasty ass cheeks until she’s begging for a release.

“It’s nice out here,” she murmurs, joining me at the railing.

“Hmm,” I grunt, fingers itching with the desire to grab her.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, with a sweet innocent lilt to her voice.

I laugh gruffly. “Everything’s right, Macie. Look at you. Look at those perfect tits teasing me through that shirt.”

I glide my hand up her side and smooth it to her breast, palming her through her shirt, squeezing and feeling her nipples rub against the palm of my hand.

She whimpers as her pert nipples graze against me, her whole body shifting the same way it did in the bedroom like she can’t help it.

And she can’t, I realize, no more than I can.

“Miller,” she moans, grabbing my wrist halfheartedly. “Please…”

I give her breast one last squeeze, indulging in the feel of my woman, and then force myself to let go.

This takes far more effort than I would’ve imagined, my body rioting when I break the contact, roaring at me to touch her as much as I want.

She belongs to me.

She’s mine.

And I’d fucking kill any bastard who tried to take her away.

This Derrick motherfucker better watch himself.

“What is it?” I growl.

“Are you angry?” she whispers.

“No.” I laugh roughly. “If I sound pissed, it’s because I’m trying like hell not to bend you over that railing and fuck you hard, fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. I need to fuck you until your body can’t take it anymore, until you’re squirting all over my dick and I can spread it over your ass cheeks, making them fucking shine for me.”

I turn away, biting down as more words of ownership try to rise on my lips.

“I want that too,” she whispers. “I mean, I’m surprised you do.”

“What?” I wheel on her, taking a step forward, driving my manhood against her stomach. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re everything I need in a woman. You’re—”

“A virgin,” she cries, staring up at me with a shimmering in her eyes like she’s on the verge of tears. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m a virgin, Miller, so before you go any further… you should probably know that.”

I can’t help it.

I throw my head back and let out a laugh, the sort of laughter I haven’t felt move through me in years, the sort of laughter that must make it seem like I’ve gone mad.

“Are you laughing at me?” she yells, with a gorgeous note of sassiness in her voice.

“Not at you,” I say, moving around so I can press her against the railing.

I grab the railing, pushing my body against her, trapping her against my swelling desire.

“I’m laughing because this is too damn perfect. I’m laughing because I never thought this would happen to me.”

“What would happen?” she says, glaring up at me with a feistiness I pray she passes onto our children.

“What do you think I want with you, Macie?”

She shrugs, causing her breasts to dance for me.

Fuck, I wish she was wearing a bra.

What am I saying?

No, I don’t.

But it would make focusing easier.

Every inch of her exudes sexuality, driving me crazy.

“A fling?” she murmurs after a pause. “I really have no idea. I didn’t think you’d want me at all. Part of me thinks this must be a dream.”

I lean down and kiss the edge of her mouth, and then snarl and move to consume her lips when I taste her.

She moans through the kiss as I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me, driving my cock against her so she can feel how badly I need her.

“This is real. This is happening. So you better get used to it. I don’t want a fling, Macie.”

“What, then?”

“I want to – I’m going to – claim you for the rest of our lives. I’m going to make you mine in every sense of the fucking word. Do you understand, you perfect innocent virgin? Everything you are belongs to me. Your gorgeous tits, your perfectly plump ass, your beautiful smile and your captivating eyes, your talent, your future, your womb… it’s all mine. We’re going to be together forever. We’re going to have a family together. And if anybody tries to threaten that – this Derrick motherfucker or anybody else – I will fight like the beast I am to protect us.”

I trail off, stunned at the force of my words. They rose from someplace deep inside of me, from a carnal place I have no control over.

She gazes up at me, her lips trembling, and then tears start to course down her cheeks.

“Right, good one,” she says, moving to push past me.

“This isn’t a joke,” I snarl, keeping her right where she is.

She tilts her head at me. “What sort of game is this, Miller? Is this what you rich doctors do? You find patients to tease and bully and then laugh about it over wine and steak with your real girlfriends? Why would you say those things? Please move.”

I sigh and step aside. I’m not about to keep her here against her will.

But goddamn, she’s driving me crazy.

She paces over to the other side of the balcony, staring out at the city.

“How can any of that be true? We only met earlier.”

“I can’t explain how,” I growl. “All I know is when you walked into my office, I knew. It was possession at first sight like we talked about before. I tried not telling you, Macie. I tried to keep it in. I didn’t want to come across like that dickhead Derrick. But I can’t, not when you’re right here, not when I can feel how badly you want this.”

She spins on me. Complex emotions moving across her features, hope one moment and despair the next, as though there’s a war happening behind her eyes and she can’t decide which side to back.

“I have to think about this,” she says. “I can’t… I’ve been tricked before. With Derrick. With bullies in high school. This is all happening so fast.”

“But you feel the same,” I ask, stepping forward and touching her chin. I tilt her gaze up so we’re staring at each other. “I can read you, Macie. I can see how badly you want this.”

She nods, a tiny movement, but enough to let me know I’m right.

She does want this as badly as I do.

But then she brushes my hand away and walks back inside.

“I’m sorry. I can’t… I’ve been hurt before, tricked before. I can’t…”

I follow her into the bedroom, but she charges for the ensuite, closing the door behind her.

I stare at the door for a few moments, feeling like the biggest jackass in the world, with no idea what to do.

“You have to believe me,” I say and then turn for the door.

I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do if she doesn’t believe me.

I need this woman.

I’d never trick her.

As I walk down the hallway, despite how that just went, I can’t help but smirk to myself.

She’s not just my woman.