This was fantastic.
He spread me wide, opening me up as I watched us come together. There was something incredibly sexy about the sight of his c**k entering my body.
I reached down between us, rubbing my clit gently.
“That’s f**king hot,” Hunter said, looking up at my face with a smile that literally took my breath away. “I think you should have to touch yourself every time we’re alone together, even if we’re just watching a movie or something.”
“That might get awkward,” I murmured, trying not to giggle.
“I don’t care,” he said, his tone urgent. “Fuck awkward. I want this.”
“Ahh . . .” I gasped as he hit bottom. I let my hand drop, savoring the feeling of being pinned down.
“I like those little gasping noises you make, too,” he said. “In fact, I like almost everything you do when you’re naked.”
This time I did giggle, although I stopped as he pulled out, then started sliding in a rhythm that had clearly been invented by Satan for the express purpose of driving me crazy. I tilted up my hips just a little, which was just enough to make his c**k drag along my clit with each stroke. Then I let my arms flop to the side, because everything felt so good I couldn’t imagine doing anything but just lying back and drinking it in.
“Sorry,” I murmured. “I think I’ve lost the ability to move.”
“Your moves last night were pretty good,” he told me. “I’ll give you a freebie?”
“Perfect,” I whimpered, then closed my eyes to focus on the sensations running through me. Damn. Hunter was just really good at sex.
My orgasm built slowly this time.
Not because it wasn’t perfect, the way he moved inside me. But I was more relaxed than I’d been in the alley, able to simply enjoy the feeling of his hard c**k filling me and then retreating, brushing my clit and bumping my G-spot with every stroke. And even though his movements stayed slow and steady, each one built me up just a little higher until I felt an electrical tension winding tight.
“You getting close?” he asked, dropping his head to kiss the side of my neck.
“Uh-huh,” I managed to say. “Very close. Oh God. Just a little more.”
He sped up then, clearly reading my desire. Now his strokes hit harder, pushing up against my cervix with every thrust. It should’ve been painful, but it felt fantastic.
Just what I needed to push me over the edge.
When I finally came, it was almost a surprise. He’d created such a slow, steady buildup that I hadn’t realized just how close I’d gotten until it hit. I spasmed around him, setting him off because he started moving faster, pounding me into the bed for long seconds before he came, too.
I felt his pulsing release with deep satisfaction, loving the press of his weight across my body. My arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing the lines of his back gently.
“I’ve decided we’re staying here in the hotel,” he muttered, nuzzling my hair. “We’ll have food delivered and I’ll just keep you naked.”
Food?
My stomach woke up, growling suddenly. My cheeks heated with a blush. Could I ever—even for a day—be smooth and fabulous? Apparently not.
“Or I can take you out and we can talk,” Hunter said, winking at me. “I don’t want you fainting from exhaustion, and I have a feeling that if we stay in, you’re not gonna get a chance to actually eat.”
“Waffles?” I asked hopefully. He lifted up on his arms and smiled.
“Honey, seeing as my dick’s still in your body, you can have whatever the hell you want.”
HUNTER
I glanced over at Em, then reached down to catch her hand and put it on my thigh. It wasn’t as good as having her arms around me on the bike, but her sitting next to me in my truck kicked ass in a big way.
God.
I still couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to have this woman, despite everything I’d put her through. Emmy Hayes was either a saint or an idiot. Seeing as we’d already established she was smarter than me, I was hoping for saint.
“So, any place you want to go special?” I asked. She smiled at me, those brilliant blue eyes flashing.
“Anywhere they have food. I can’t believe we’re up already. You’d think we’d be exhausted after last night . . .”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I won’t faint on you,” I said with a smirk. She giggled. Then her face sobered.
“Hunter—”
“Liam.”
“Liam, I don’t want to get all weird and serious on you,” she said. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting a pissed-off phone call from my dad in the next hour or so. Things got a little out of control last night . . . I’m not sure what I should tell him.”
“You’ll tell him you belong to me now,” I said, turning into a Denny’s parking lot. Not the world’s greatest food, but they’d have waffles. Damn, I’d learn to cook them myself if it made her happy.
“What do you mean, exactly?”
I put the truck into park, then glanced over at her. Uh-oh. Em’s face was shadowed and worried. I reached out and caught her chin, turning her to face me.
“You’re my old lady,” I said, catching and holding her eyes. “I respect that he’s your dad and I don’t want to get between you two. But he needs to know you’re mine now. If he has a problem with that, you hand him off to me. I’m serious, babe. Nobody gets between us. Never again.”
She blinked, her eyes bright.