“Ah, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.” He removed the pins
from her hair, and the silky strands floated around her in a cascade of blonde waves.
“How can you say that? I’m a mess from crying.”
“No, honey. You’re never a mess in my eyes.” He reached for the edge of her camisole. “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
She gave him a shy smile as he divested her of the few remaining garments. He leaned over her, bracing himself on one elbow. Slowly, his palm moved over her body, squeezing her breasts, circling her navel with his index finger, before making his way down to the warm moistness at her center. “Ah, you’re ready for me. I love how you respond to my touch.”
“And I love the way you touch me.” Her fingernails raked softly down his chest, tangling in the hairs there, until her small hand reached for his swollen member. He sucked in a breath between his teeth as she encircled him, her thumb rubbing over the small drop of liquid at the tip.
“You’re so soft, and so strong all at the same time.” She gripped him harder and squeezed. “Does that hurt?”
He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched. “No, baby. That doesn’t hurt. It feels great.”
“Then why are you holding your breath?”
He blew out the air from his lungs. “Because as much as I love your touch, if you keep that up, I will explode in your hand.”
She grinned and continued to stroke him. “How does this feel?”
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
She pulled her hand away, and he grabbed it, returning it to his cock. “But don’t stop.”
Fisting her hair in his hands, he took her mouth in a searing kiss, rubbing his body against her as she continued to caress him. Her scent of flowers, lemon, and just-Emily was pushing him over the edge. Their tongues tangled, then he drew back and kissed the skin under her ear, her jaw, and back to her lips.
He shifted until he again felt her warmth, her moisture coating his fingers. “I want to hear you scream. I want my name on your lips over and over again.”
Emily whimpered when he encircled her pearl as it stiffened and rose from her center.
“That’s it, honey. I want you to come for me.”
Her breathing increased, her beautiful breasts rising and falling as she thrashed her legs, twisting, pushing her center up against his hand. She opened her eyes, the lids heavy as she strained toward him. “Help me.”
Hunter leaned down and took her breast into his mouth, laving the nipple until it puckered. He bit gently on the nub and suckled hard. With a loud moan, she cupped his neck with both hands and pulled him close. She made those little mewling sounds he loved as she gave in to the pleasure his ministrations had brought her.
Giving one final shudder, she relaxed, her arms sliding from his shoulders.
With both hands he spread her legs wide, and settled in the warmth of her center. In one swift movement, he entered her, groaning as the warm slickness gripped him. “Baby, I’m not going to last. I need you so much.” He braced himself on his elbows over her, as he slid in and out.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, as her breathing picked up to match his. The sounds and scents of lovemaking filled the room, blocking from Hunter’s mind all the fear and ugliness of the day. Right now he was in heaven, and fully intended to keep his place there, with Emily right by his side.
He threw his head back and stiffened as he poured himself into her.
She was his.
And would always be his.
Chapter 23
The following Monday, Emily stood behind the closed door of her hotel room and waited for Jesse and Hunter to leave for court. About five minutes after she’d heard the last of their footsteps, she stepped out and hurried down the stairs. Despite Hunter’s insistence that she not help with the investigation, she simply had to do something.
The three of them had enjoyed a restful Saturday that Jesse had declared as a day off. Then Sunday they returned to work, going over notes and interviews. Today was the end of the prosecution’s case, which meant tomorrow Jesse had to start presenting Hunter’s defense.
He had reluctantly admitted to both of them yesterday that he was short a great deal of information. Despite putting in lengthy hours after court to piece together what Jeremy had done, he’d said it still wasn’t enough.
Earlier, she had lain in bed thinking about Hunter, and how different making love with him had been compared to Louis. Of course, nothing Louis had ever done in the bedroom could be called making love. With Hunter, she’d felt cared for and wanted. Not like she was a possession to be degraded and abused, and treated like an animal.