Chuckling in her ear, he tossed her pillow aside so it was out of the way, then eased one of his hands beneath her body. He glided his fingers though her slick flesh and was rewarded with a gasp, then an unraveling moan. “After all the times I fucked you last night, are you still not familiar with what it means to have my cock nestled against your pussy like this?” he asked, his tone amused. “It means I’m going to fuck you.”
She huffed out a laugh. “I know that.”
Before she could say anything more, he thrust his hips against her lush ass and buried himself to the hilt inside her. She sucked in a startled breath, her hands gripping the sheets as she dropped her forehead to the mattress. “God, Hunter, you are so—”
“Good at making you come?” he suggested as he rubbed slow, firm circles against her clitoris that had her lower body trying to move against his fingers.
She squirmed beneath him, but he held all the control. “I was going to say that you’re insatiable, or maybe gluttonous is a better word.”
He grinned and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. “For you and this perfect, curvy, beautiful figure, I’m both those things.” He moved slowly in and out of her, taking his sweet time building the pleasure. “You can’t expect me to wake up next to your naked body and not take advantage of it. Now reach up and grab the slats in the headboard so you can push your hips back against me and I can get deeper inside you.”
She groaned and shook her head. “You’re deep enough.”
“I’m never deep enough in you,” he said, using the more authoritative tone he knew made her hot and ramped up her desire. “If you want to come, do what I say.” He caught her clit between two fingers and tugged gently, giving her an extra incentive.
She promptly wrapped her fingers around the sturdy wooden boards and came up on her knees just enough to lift her ass higher and give him the leverage he needed to surge balls deep into her. A soft cry escaped her as he continued thrusting, hard, fast, deep strokes while his fingers played over that hard nub of flesh, knowing now exactly what it took to send her spiraling. Her orgasm crashed through her quickly, and as soon as he felt those inner muscles clamped down around his dick, he was right there with her. Bliss exploded throughout his entire body, drugging his brain and squeezing his chest full of everything he felt for this woman.
He moved off her, and when they’d both recovered, he rolled back onto his side to face her. “I’d really like to take a shower before I make breakfast, and I swear to God, if I come back out and you’re gone, I will come after you and spank your ass so fucking hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Better yet, I should take you into the shower with me.”
She laughed, her eyes sparkling happily, as she pulled the sheet up to her breasts. “You can’t even imagine how sore I am, in the best way, of course, but if I join you in there, you’ll be all over me again, and I need to be able to walk like a normal person. But I promise I’ll be here when you get out of the shower, though I do have to leave shortly because I need to go home, shower where all my stuff is, change into clean clothes, and head into the office.”
He frowned, because he’d been hoping to spend the day with her. “On a Saturday?”
She shrugged and averted her gaze. “I don’t have a choice. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
He sensed something else was going on, but for now he let it go because they still had breakfast to talk things over. She’d promised him she wouldn’t sneak out, and while he believed that she wouldn’t ghost him again, he had a feeling that convincing her to give them more than a two-night affair was going to be much more difficult.
“So, what sounds good for breakfast?” Hunter asked. “Pancakes or an omelet?”
Sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter as Hunter peered into his refrigerator, Elle found herself distracted by the gorgeous man in front of her. After his shower, he’d only put on a pair of faded jeans that rode low on his hips, which allowed her to admire his broad, bare shoulders, his perfectly toned back, and those two sexy dimples at the base of his spine she wanted to touch with the tip of her finger. Or lick with her tongue. Then there was his ass—tight, firm, and—
“Hey, quit ogling me,” he said, turning around and catching her gaze below his waist. Then he arched a brow playfully. “Unless you plan to do something about it?”
She laughed and shook her head, taking in his damp, tousled hair and the sexy stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave in the shower. “I don’t know how you can even think about sex after last night . . . and this morning.”
“That’s easy.” He strolled toward her, making her heart race as he neared.
When he reached where she was sitting, he slid a hand along her jaw and pushed his thumb beneath her chin. He tipped her head back so he could kiss her, sweetly, reverently, tasting of the same mint toothpaste she’d used a short while ago, too.
When he was done, he lifted his head and met her gaze. “It’s because I won’t ever get enough of you, sweetheart, so get used to it.”
She shivered at his heartfelt words, affectionate tone, and the possessive way he was looking at her, like she belonged to him in every way. Get used to it. As if he expected her to be a permanent fixture in his life, and as much as she might want that, she had to set him straight and let him know that she was in no position to start any kind of new relationship. She had zero extra time in her life to make that kind of commitment, and she wasn’t the kind of woman who could have a casual fling when the mood struck.
Her heart and emotions were already involved in this situation with Hunter, more than she ever thought possible, which meant this morning she really needed to make a clean break before she was so in over her head she drowned.
“So, breakfast?” he asked again, pulling her from her painful thoughts as he returned to the refrigerator, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “Pancakes or an omelet?”
She focused on her choices and opted for something light, just to keep her stomach feeling as normal as it did at the moment. “Can I have plain scrambled eggs?”
“Of course,” he said, bringing out a carton of eggs, along with some other items that he was most likely going to put in an omelet for himself. “How about a cup of coffee?” He walked over to the Keurig on the counter.
“No, thank you. I don’t drink coffee.”
He turned around and gave her a mock horrified look. “How do you function in life?”
She laughed. “Just fine, thank you very much. I drink hot tea. Loose leaf, mostly, that I buy at specialty tea shops. It’s something my mom and I shared when I was younger, and I just never developed a taste for coffee.”
“Okay,” he said with a nod. “That leaves you with the choice of water or orange juice.”