"Your body is mine." He moans so loudly it bounces off the walls.
I'm so close to coming again. I feel my body start to heat through. "Hunter." I glide my hands down his back to cup his ass and push him deeper into me. "I'm coming."
He throws his head back as he jerks within me. His body is shaking with the strength of the orgasm.
I close my eyes and hold my breath as I feel the pleasure overtake me too.
Chapter 17
"That was different," I say as I glide my hand across his smooth chest.
His body rumbles as he laughs. "That was fucking amazing."
I giggle in response as I look up at his face. "It was so amazing."
"What got into you?" I reach up to kiss him lightly on the chin. "You were a man on a mission."
He pulls me by my arms so my face is resting against his. "I have to go away again and I can't stand the thought of leaving you."
Disappointment washes over me. "Where to now?" I ask. It doesn't matter where he's going. What matters is that he isn't going to be here with me.
"New York," he says without any hesitation. "I have a soft launch there the day after tomorrow and I can't miss it."
"That's when a restaurant tries out their menu on a few people?" I want him to know that I'm interested in what he does.
"Impressive, Ms. Lockwood." He taps me on the tip of my nose. "Did you see that on the Food Network?"
"You're a fucking riot." I try to keep a straight face but a smile takes over. "I read about restaurant openings online."
"To learn more about what I do?"
"Yes." I blush. My inexperience in the real world is humiliating sometimes and I don't want him to see me as inexperienced anymore. "Maybe sometime I can come along for one."
"I'd love that." He traces a path across my forehead with his finger. "I hate being away from you."
"When will you come back?" I don't know how to hide the hint of desperation in my voice.
"Three days. I'll only be gone three days."
"They'll be the longest three days of my life." I whisper into his chest.
***
"Can I borrow a shirt?" I hold the remnants of my torn shirt in my hand. "Mine got ruined somehow."
He smiles as he reaches behind him to pull a dress shirt from a chair. "Wear this one. I wore it today." He pulls it around my shoulders.
"It smells just like you." I breathe in the intoxicating mixture of his cologne and his natural scent that has settled into the fabric.
"Now it will smell like us both." He carefully buttons each of the buttons.
"It's perfect. Thank you. "I giggle as I toss the sleeves playfully around. My hands are hidden beneath the length of the fabric.
"You have tiny arms." He smiles. "Let me fix that."
I relish in his touch as he carefully folds each of the arms of the shirt up until they're settled on my forearms.
"It looks better on you than it does on me."