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Irreversible Damage (Irreparable 2)

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“You calling me ‘Mr. Hunter.’”

I lift a flirty brow. “Is that right, Mr. Hunter?”

He growls before pushing me backward until I’m against the wall. He fists our hands together above our heads. I inhale against him. He smells like a sugar house. It’s heavenly. He looks directly into my eyes, and my legs nearly give out as my body responds to him the way it always has.

I know this look.

We’ll be talking later.

“I’ve missed you.” He smiles at me, and it’s perfect.

“I’ve missed you, too.” I bite my lip, feeling bashful.

“Good, then it’s time we get reacquainted.”

The thought of having sex in my parents’ house is bad enough, but in their kitchen fe

els so much worse. Where they share meals and read the morning paper. I’ll never be able to look them in the eye. It’s not happening. “My room.”

Brady follows me up to my room, closing the door once we’re through it. We stand, staring at each other. Neither of us knows what to say. My heart clogs my throat as my pulse pounds violently. His hand brushing across my cheek breaks the trance. I lean into his touch. It’s sticky, which makes me smile. “I was going to stay,” I finally say, putting an end to the silence.

The hurt look on his face makes me want to hold him. Desire runs through my blood. I want him, but I have to know what happened with him and Annabelle first.

“Why didn’t you?”

I swallow hard. I’m about to find out for sure what happened. I’m truthfully not sure I even care anymore. It won’t change how I feel. He’s here now, and he wants me, so whatever he had with her obviously didn’t mean anything. I hang my head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

His thick brown lashes lower as his head dips to look me in the eyes. I hold his gaze, lost in his warm green perfection. “I didn’t sleep with Annabelle.”

I blink back. “You didn’t?”

He smiles sadly at me. “No.” He’s definitely hurt that I thought he did.

“I’m sorry.” I press a kiss to his lips. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He kisses me back, slow and gentle. His hands find my face as he breaks the kiss. “Don’t you fucking ever doubt my love for you again. I would never betray you.”

It’s a firm tone, meant to be taken deadly serious, as it is. I will never doubt him or the love we share again. “I won’t.” His words stab at my conscience. He didn’t betray me. I betrayed him.

One of his hands moves from my cheek to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. The other hand pushes into my lower back, drawing our bodies together. His mouth parts as his tongue slips out to wet his lips. “I’m going to make love to you now.”

I sigh deeply, ready to melt.

Before I can respond, his tongue delves into my mouth. I sweep my tongue over his, relishing the taste of him. He pulls me up from the floor. I wrap my arms and legs around him. He carries me to the bed, where he releases my mouth long enough to lower me onto my back. His hard body settles over mine, relaxing into me slowly before bringing his mouth back to mine. My body reacts to his touch like it’s starving. Brady lets out a soft exhalation, deepening the kiss as if he’s making up for all the kisses we’ve missed. I’m delighting in the subtle trembling of his body and the noises he makes as his hands work up and down my thigh. I feel for the bottom of his T-shirt and slip my hands underneath, running my fingers over his bare skin.

“Take it off.”

He lifts himself to remove the shirt. I gaze at his chest, skimming my fingers over his perfectly defined muscles. My eyes zero in on a new tattoo. My heart swells until I think it might explode. I feel like I could cry. He never forgot out little girl. Her name runs just below his collarbone, along with the date we lost her. He notices my smile, and he knows what put it there, but he doesn’t say anything. His hands travel to the base of my shirt. He gently slips it over my head. His sweltering gaze travels over me before he brings his mouth back down to mine. Our warm bodies seal together as though they were designed to do so. I run my hands down his back, feeling each muscle and reacquainting my hands with his skin. His lips never leave mine as his hands continue exploring, brushing up my thigh, dipping into the curve of my waist, and finally circling over my breasts. I sigh at the amazing sensation of his hands on my skin. It has been such a miserably long time.

His hands lower to my pajama bottoms. My hands find his jeans. We’re simultaneously trying to remove each other’s pants, our bodies wiggling and tangling as we try to keep our mouths connected. He finally breaks away, and pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs while I wiggle out of my pants and underwear. He settles back between my legs, hovering above me and watching me intently.

“What is it?”

He smiles down at me with so much love and whispers, “I’m just making sure you’re really here.” He brings his mouth to my neck and starts kissing a soft, slow line up my neck to my jaw.

The intensity I felt the last time we were together like this starts to hit me. While it’s as strong in force as it was then, the sadness is nonexistent. I’m blissfully happy and in awe of how much love I have for him.

His lips now work their way down my neck, lowering until they reach my breast. His hot breath heats my skin before his wet tongue flicks across my nipple. He lifts his head to my neck and breathes me in. His hand brushes over my breast, sending a wave of pleasure through me. With his breath hot in my ear, his hand slowly works its way down my body, circling my knee and slowly climbing the inside of my thigh. I can hear his breathing increasing. Mine isn’t so calm, either. His fingers move higher until they slide over my folds and slip through the wetness.



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