The fit is tight, but there is something erotic about the snugness that he has to fight his way inside of me. When he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers twist deep inside of me, I come undone.
I scream his name as the orgasm hits me. It swoops through my whole body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My body goes limp as pleasure hums across my skin. Every inch of me feels sensitive.
My eyes flutter open when Hunter slips his fingers out of me as he lifts his head. His breathing is heavy as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. He groans as he does it, his eyes never leaving my body. I swear just watching him could make me orgasm again. He looks so damn sexy with the remnants of my orgasm glistening on his lips.
“Angel, I need more.”
“Yes.” I nod, not caring about anything else right now. I need him in a way that I’ve never needed anything else in my life.
This all might be crazy, but the last twenty-four hours have been the best in my life. Since Hunter came steamrolling into it, everything has been beyond anything I could have imagined.
I don’t want to stop now. I only want more.
11
Hunter
Sweet, candied apples. That’s what she tastes like, causing me to immediately become more addicted to her than I was before. I’ve never been hungrier in my life than I am right now.
I need to get her off the damn sofa and into my bed. I’m not about to take her virginity here. I’m fucking this all up for her. I shoved everyone out of the damn hotel suite earlier, needing to be alone with her. I couldn’t wait another damn second to make her mine.
When she started to tug at her ring, trying to take it off, I damn near lost my shit. The fear of her trying to run off had hit me again. I was sure once we were married that would settle inside of me, but it hasn’t. In fact, I think it’s growing worse by the second.
The thought of her leaving has me on edge. It has me acting irrational. Or maybe that’s just her presence doing that. Maybe it’s because I know that now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, I’ll never be able to exist without her.
“Not doing this here.” I stand, ready to take my bride back to the bedroom when a knock sounds on the door. I left strict instructions to be left alone. Marco knows better. Then I hear him arguing with someone before the door starts to open. Obviously, someone has a fucking death wish.
I’m in motion before I even know what I’m doing. I slam the door back shut in whoever’s face before it can fully open.
“The fuck!” I shout, keeping my shoulder pressed against it as I look back to Aspen, who is now on her feet with the wedding dress in her hands covering her naked body.
“Hunter! Are you okay in there?” Aspen’s eyes widen at the sound of the woman’s voice, clearly knowing who she is. That makes one of us, because I have no fucking clue who it is. But I know one thing for sure: she is about to feel my wrath.
“You think you can barge into my suite when I have security out front?” I shout back through the door. Anger brews in me that I’ve never experienced before. The thought of anyone seeing Aspen naked has me seeing red.
“Your mother is worried.” It hits me who the woman is.
Charlotte. My new stepsister. I’ve only met her a few times. Most of our communication is minimal and through email. I have someone else who oversees district managers who then reports to me. Sometimes Charlotte tries to skip over that step, and I’ve let it slide for my mother’s sake.
I watch as my little bride takes off running toward the bedroom. I hear the door close a moment later. I suck in a deep breath, willing my erection to go down. It’s pointless. Something inside of me has snapped, and there is no going back now.
Or maybe something has finally clicked into place. For so long, relationships of any kind never interested me. I’ve gone from zero to a hundred within twenty-four hours, a little slip of a woman having flipped everything inside of me.
“Hunter?” Charlotte calls from the other side of the door again. I reach down and fix my cock the best I can. The smell and taste of Aspen is still on my mouth, which is not helping my situation.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and remind myself that this girl is family. I’m already going to have enough to deal with from my mom. I don’t need to add pissing off or upsetting this woman to the list.