Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(34)

He kissed Ella. His lips, his tongue, he needed to taste her, explore her, savor her. Ella reached back with her left hand, grabbing at the back of Miller’s head. Her fingers dug at his head, wanting more. Fuck, she always wanted more.

Miller felt his hands slide down her back and around.

He broke the kiss and sucked in a breath.

“Goddammit,” he said. “We can’t. We f*cking can’t, darling.”

“I know,” Ella said. “But I can’t help it.”

“Listen. Jerry might be coming here right now.”

Ella jumped away from Miller. She spun around, standing in a bra and PJ bottoms.

Everything about her screamed perfect. She was the calming force that could make the world seem right all the while destroying everything Miller knew. He never experienced love or cared about it since Ella. And now she was back.

“What are you talking about?” Ella asked.

“Blaine got some information. That’s why he came looking for me. What I need you to do is stay here. Right in this room no matter what. I’m lining the hallway with prospects. They’ll be armed. Nothing will happen to you.”

Ella shook her head. “No. No. No way. I have to go. I can’t be here and wait for him to attack me again.”

“Nobody is going to attack you, darling.”

“You don’t know that.” Ella ran a hand through her hair. “I’m leaving. I’ll take my car or I’ll call a cab.”

She made a move and Miller grabbed her arm. “Hey.”

Ella turned and a hand came across Miller’s face. It stung for a few seconds and he let Ella go. She then stumbled back and put her hands to the wall.

“Don’t hit me,” Ella said.

Miller looked at Ella. He touched his cheek. “You think I’d hit you?”

“I don’t know. I’m… I’m so scared right now.”

Miller approached Ella with caution. “Scared? I understand that. You have every right to be scared. To be angry. You have every right to want to swing at me even. I’ll take it. You’re worth it. But if you ever think for a second I’d raise my hand to you… no. Never. Goddammit, darling, never.”

“Miller…”

“No,” he growled.

He came forward and kissed Ella again. He couldn’t help himself, again. Their mouths opened and they went at it hard and fast. The kiss was hot, sloppy, perfect. Better than any wake up Miller could possibly have in the morning.

He put his hands to her waist and held her tight against the wall. He broke the kiss and went right for her neck. Her smooth skin tasted delicious, the tip of Miller’s tongue slicing down her neck to her chest. The smell of her hair, her skin, it was driving him crazy.

As he kissed to her breasts, he hungered for so much more. His hands then turned, sliding along her hips, moving her pants down.

Ella put her hands to Miller’s head and hair but she did not dare stop him now. It was far too late, just like last night. When the moment hit, it hit bad. And with each sensual kiss down Ella’s body, Miller knew he was traveling into more and more dangerous territory.

But it was too good to pass up.

At her belly button, he flickered his tongue, feeling her wiggle and groan. Then he kept going. He saw and felt small lines in her skin, the remembrance of being pregnant. Ella tried to put her hand between his mouth and her belly, obviously self conscious of the lingering small stretch marks.

Miller wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He nibbled at her fingers, chasing her hand away.

“Everything is beautiful,” he whispered, staring up. “I promise you, darling. Never fear a thing with me, Ella. No matter what.”

Ella shuddered and put her hand to the wall. She let out a groan as Miller continued down her body. He tasted her soft, clean skin right to her slippery center. There his tongue found comfort, his thirst instantly beginning to be quenched. He swirled and gently opened her folds, pressing to her sex hard, opening her throbbing walls.

Ella cried out and thrust at him.

Miller pulled back with a wet sound. “Hey, darling, I don’t mind the noise. But you should keep it down a little. I want you to come.”

Ella looked down, her face flushed. She bit her lip and pulled at Miller’s head.

Grinning, Miller went right back to work at her. His tongue moving rampant to her body, unable to get completely enough of her sweet sex. She tasted like he remembered she would. The longing fantasy had finally come to life. His tongue brought Ella to her toes. She thrust, groaned, fighting back the wild urge to scream. One hand came down to the inside of her thigh and pushed, keeping her open. Miller let his other hand reach up to Ella’s breast, cupping tight over her bra. She then lifted her right leg and wrapped it over Miller’s shoulder. The heel of her foot pulled at him and in a matter of a second, Ella was riding against Miller’s willing mouth.

Miller rolled his tongue from the bottom of Ella’s * to the top, right to the nub of her clit. There he waited, suckling against her sensitive spot, feeling Ella jumping at him even harder.

Her hand clutched his hand at her breast. She pulled, bringing his hand to her mouth. She started to kiss his fingers, slow and seductive, driving him damn mad.

Somewhere in the back of Miller’s mind he knew this couldn’t be happening. It was supposed to end last night. Fuck that, it was supposed to end years ago.