Flirt With Me (With Me in Seattle 17)

“I knew they’d jump on this story,” I say after I walk into the room and set my clutch on a table. “It’s juicy gossip.”

“They’ll find something else to talk about tomorrow,” he says and loosens his tie.

Both of his trophies were delivered to the hotel and sit on the dining room table.

“Congratulations,” I say as I cross to him. “I was super proud of you tonight.”

“Thank you.” He drags his fingertips down my cheek. “That last one was a surprise.”

“I could tell. But you deserve it.”

He grins. “Have you ever actually sat down to watch one of my fights, babe?”

“Well, no.” I cringe. “Sorry. I didn’t know you then, and I can’t say it was really my jam. But Keegan always had your fights playing in the pub. So, technically, I did see your work.”

He chuckles, but before he can say anything, the doorbell rings.

“I don’t know about you,” he says as he crosses to the door, “but I’m starving.”

“Oh God, yes. The charcuterie spread from earlier is long gone.”

A waiter pushes a table on wheels into the room. “Would you like me to dress the dining table, sir?”

“No, thanks. This is fine.” Hunter tips the man, who nods stiffly.

“Very well, sir. Have a good evening.”

“What do we have?” I ask as I cross to the table. “Please tell me it’s stuff I won’t spill on this dress. I would change, but I was told to let you peel it off me, so I’m holding out.”

He blinks, surprised, and then re-covers the plate with the silver dome and moves to me.

“Let’s get comfortable,” he suggests and wraps his arms around me. Without looking, he drags the zipper down my back and lets the gown fall around my ankles. “Fucking hell, that’s all you’ve had on under there this whole time?”

“The crew made me lose the bra,” I say with a shrug. “They said the dress was better without it.”

I’m standing before him in just a scrap of black lace panties, the emerald hanging almost to my breasts, and black heels.

Hunter simply lifts me, and without another word, carries me to the bedroom.

“What about our food?” I ask with a laugh.

“It’ll be there when we’re done.” He doesn’t lower me to the bed as I expected him to. Instead, he just sets me on my feet, steps back, and takes me in. “You’re every damn fantasy come to life.”

“Come here.” I crook a finger at him and laugh when he just raises an eyebrow. “Please.”

His movements are slow and measured as he stalks toward me. When he’s mere inches away, I glide my hands up his chest and get to work unbuttoning his shirt.

“I enjoyed spending a few hours in your world,” I tell him softly. “You’re clearly well-respected and liked by all of the people in that room. Even the fighters you’ve beaten in the past had a smile for you. It tells me some things.”

I guide the shirt over his broad shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor.

“You do have some tattoos.” I can’t mask the surprise in my voice.

“I didn’t want too much ink,” he says as I trace the lion on his upper arm. “What were you going to say?”

“That I was right about you all along. You’re an alpha male for sure. You like to take care of people. You like to take charge. But you’re also kind and a good person. Anyone who meets Rachel would know that because those are the values you’ve already instilled in her.”

I dip my fingertip into his slacks as Hunter cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over the apple of it.

“But what I knew, first and foremost, the minute I first saw you, is that you’re sexier than any one man has a right to be. And I’ve wanted to get you like this for weeks now.”

His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow. He moves in, kissing me like a man starved as he urges me back until my legs hit the side of the bed.

He lifts me easily and lays me on the cool linens. His mouth immediately latches on to my breast, and his fingers start to roam.

“No fair,” I say, my breath already coming fast. “I wasn’t finished undressing you.”

“If you think I can keep my hands off you for even one more minute, you’re crazy.”

His mouth, his hands, are everywhere, seemingly all at once. My body heats under his intense attention.

His arms and back are all smooth skin and rigid muscle, and I can’t stop touching him. I slip my hands into his pants and cup his bare ass.

“Naked,” I say firmly. “Get fucking naked, Hunter.”

He smiles against my skin and then hurries off the bed to stand before me. I brace myself on my elbows and watch as he shucks his shoes, socks, and finally, his pants.