He kisses the back of my neck and sends shivers down my spine. “Are you sure?”
A pulse starts up between my legs. “I’m not sure…”
He kisses his way down to where my neck meets my shoulders. “It happened pretty fast. There was no time to read the fine print.”
My heart skips a beat as he runs his tongue across my skin. “Pesky… terms and conditions,” I say weakly, my body begging me to let him keep his pass.
Just for tonight.
What could it hurt?
I moan as he palms my breast, then teases my nipple with his thumb. I’m still wearing all of my clothes except my panties, but the way he drags the fabric against my sensitive nipple makes me want to take them off.
I’m tempted to keep up the joke, but for once, I can’t seem to find my words.
When Hunter slides his hand up under my shirt to caress my bare flesh, I don’t say yes…
But I don’t say no.
Chapter Forty One
Riley
The next time my eyes open, it’s morning.
I’m naked, tangled up in bed sheets and Hunter’s arms. They’re still wrapped securely around me. We slept like this all night.
The thought makes me smile sleepily and curl back up.
I don’t know what time it is, but I don’t want to wake up yet. I want to stay in bed with him forever. I want our day pass to last forever.
My movement must jostle him awake. His arms suddenly tighten around me, as reluctant to let me go as I am to leave. He’s naked, too, his incredible body pressed against mine. I feel his cock jump against me as he stirs awake and finds me naked in his arms.
“Mm, good morning, beautiful,” he says, his voice all rough and sleepy as he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck.
God, he’s sexy.
“Good morning,” I offer back sweetly.
“How is the best non-girlfriend in the world today?”
I chuckle, absently caressing his hand on my waist. “Pleasantly satisfied. How about you?”
“Hungry,” he murmurs roughly, exposing his teeth and dragging them lightly across my flesh.
I shiver. “Sounds like someone needs breakfast.”
“Not exactly what I had in mind.”
I sigh, rolling over onto my back so I can look up at him. “I need to go home.”
“Right now?”
“I don’t know. What time is it?”
He reluctantly unlocks his arms from around me and rolls over to grab my phone off his nightstand. He checks it, but doesn’t hand it to me. “Just after ten.”
“I work at two,” I tell him. “I’ll need to shower.”
He puts my phone back down and cuddles up with me again. “I have a shower. Seven of them, in fact. Use whichever one you want.”
I crack a smile. “So bougie.”
“You know it.”
My smile fades. “I have to talk to my mom. She’s probably not going to be very happy about this impromptu sleepover.”
“No,” he agrees. “Especially once she finds out it was with me. If she finds out.”
“I’m going to tell her. I can’t keep this from her. I feel like I’m lying to her, and I’m sick of it. Besides, I need to get on some kind of birth control. You’re terrible at using condoms.”
His arms tighten around me and he smiles. “Does that mean you expect this to happen again?”
“It does not mean that,” I state, cocking an eyebrow. “But, just in case, I like to be prepared. If I leave the birth control up to you, I’ll be graduating high school with a baby in my belly.”
“That’s true,” he says unapologetically, kissing me. “I love coming inside you.”
I sigh. “I hope you were more responsible with other girls before me.”
“Of course I was,” he says, rather dismissively for someone who seems to be so adamantly anti-condom. “Like I’d want to knock up anyone else.”
“Aw.” I look over at him. “That’s strangely romantic. I hope you still feel that way in nine months when my ankles are swollen, I’m the size of a house, and I want to kill you.”
“I will,” he assures me.
“You say that with the easy confidence of a man who doesn’t know what he’s getting into,” I tell him, smiling sweetly.
“No, I say that with the confidence of a man chasing a woman who refuses to commit to him, who is aware that a baby might change her tune.”
My jaw drops. “Hunter Maxwell, that is despicable. If you ruin my life just to make me commit to you, I won’t do it anyway just to teach you a lesson.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t believe you. You’re not that spiteful.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Wanna bet? You’re living with the consequences of not believing one of my warnings right now. Do you really want to double down and do it again?”
“This would be completely different. I wouldn’t be doing anything to hurt you.”
“Just trap me,” I toss back.