I grinned right back. “So you don’t want the same?”
“Right now, I can’t think past how much I need you.”
“Lucky I don’t lose my head so easily... even with all your sexy charm.”
His grin turned wolfish. “Is that a challenge?”
“Not really, but feel free to take it as one and prove me wrong.”
“It’ll be my pleasure, wife.”
I was so wrapped up in Hunter on the way home that I didn’t register anything during the car ride other than him. We sat in the back. He had an arm around my waist, holding me so close to him that I could straddle him if I wanted. That would give the driver a show. I sat next to him, kissing his cheek, his jaw, inhaling the delicious scent of his cologne.
We climbed out of the car the second it came to a stop, hurrying toward the building.
After unlocking the door, he scooped me up in his arms. I giggled, bracing my palms on his shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you past the threshold. I want this to be a fresh start for us, Josie,” he murmured. My heart seemed to grow in size tenfold. I drew the tip of my nose up and down his neck, resting it in the crook, just as I’d done on our wedding night, only then, I’d been afraid of my own feelings. Now, I wasn’t afraid anymore.
He carried me to the master bedroom, setting me down near the bed, caressing my face, my shoulders, as if he couldn’t stop touching me. He kissed my mouth ferociously before descending to my neck. His fingers shook slightly as he lowered my zipper. Every kiss felt like a promise; every touch somehow deepened our bond. My skin sizzled everywhere he trailed his mouth, everywhere his fingers marked me. I shivered when my dress fell to the floor. I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but tiny panties. The dress had had sewn-in cups, so I had no bra on.
He drew in a sharp breath, touching the valley between my breasts before lowering his hand, drawing small circles around my navel.
“I love you, babe,” he whispered, watching me with so much warmth and happiness that I almost teared up. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he drew them down my legs. He kissed his way back up, placing my right leg over his shoulder, teasing my inner thigh. I gasped at the first stroke of his tongue over my center. My knees gave in a little, but he held my hips in place, sustaining me, keeping me right where he wanted while he slowly tortured me with his mouth.
“Ohhhhh....”
Pleasure pulsed through me, lighting me up, driving me closer and closer to the edge, until every muscle was tight with tension.
“Hunter... please, I need....”
“I know what you need,” he whispered against my tender flesh. Pleasure shot through me, and I almost buckled. “And I’ll make you come so hard, babe.”
He didn’t relent—not the iron grip on my thighs, nor the lashes of his tongue.
I came apart at the seams, holding on to his shoulders, crying out his name. And yet, he wasn’t done with me. He was going to give me no reprieve... and I was completely on board with that. I gave him a wicked smile as I removed his shirt, taking my sweet time feeling up those gorgeous muscles, kissing down his chest as I reached for the zipper of his pants. I intended to return the slow torture, to take my time until I drove him crazy, but when I went on my tiptoes, kissing just under his Adam’s apple, he let out a low and delicious sound—somewhere between a hum and a growl—and I completely forgot about my plan. I wanted him right now. He planted small kisses on my shoulders as I pushed his pants down.
“You should walk around commando,” I murmured.
Hunter chuckled. “What?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Umm... didn’t mean to say that out loud. Would just make all this more convenient.”
He smirked, pushing down his boxers at lightning speed while I admired... the view.
“Or you can do that,” I conceded.
“So impatient, huh?”
He pulled me closer, strumming his fingers upward on my rib cage, touching my neck, resting his thumbs on the corners of my mouth. And that look in his eyes... heavens, I wanted him to look at me like that every day. As if I was the
most precious thing in the world.
We tumbled on the mattress, laughing, and then Hunter rolled us over until I was on top. His cock was trapped between us, and I slid up and down his length without taking him in, just drinking in his reactions, even as the ache inside me grew and deepened.
“Fuck, Josie.”