Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
My dress falls to my feet right along with my ability to say no. Hunter’s lips crash into mine in a deep soul shaking kiss. Both of our needs and desires explode into a heat that could rival the sun. His hands are fisted in my hair, and his massive frame has me trapped against the wall. There is no escaping even if I wanted to.
“Hunter, we can’t,” I say between kisses, but my words only seem to make him kiss me deeper and harder. It’s like he’s trying to kiss away all of my hesitations and it might be working. With each touch, I fall further under his spell.
His lips leave a hot trail down my neck and along my chest. He stops long enough to lavish the tops of my breasts with his tongue. He starts to lower himself down to his knees, lips moving further down my body. My head snaps back into reality and I realize all the lights are still on. “Hunter, can we turn off the lights, please?” I move my hands over my stomach to cover the stretch marks.
“No, I want to see all of you.” The dark tone in his voice sends a chill through my body. He takes my wrists in his strong hands and moves them behind my back, leaving me fully exposed. The look in his eyes darkens as he looks up at me. “Don’t move these hands again, or I will tie you up.” A deep growl emanates from his chest, making goose bumps spread across my body.
I do as I’m told and keep my hands right where he left them. My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch his fingers trace along the faint marks across my skin.
“These marks are beautiful, because they tell the story of how you brought the most amazing little girl into this world. Every scare, freckle, and dimple are a piece of who you are, the life you have lived, and to me, that is what makes you beautiful.” His words bring tears to my eyes. It’s been a very long time since anyone has made me feel so beautiful. I almost wonder if this is a dream that I’m at home in bed passed out next to Lucky while she binge watches Santa Clarita Diet on Netflix. Any minute she is going to elbow me in the side and wake me up, letting me know I was snoring. No, this isn’t a dream, and Hunter is really on his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach, and telling me how much he wants me.
I slide my hand under his chin and bring him up to my lips. His arms envelop me, lips tasting mine. “Take me to your bed,” I command. He lifts my feet off the ground and carries me across the loft to his room while keeping his lips on mine the whole way. There is no turning back now, this is happening, and we will have to deal with the consequences later. All I want is us in that bed devouring each other until there is nothing left.
Before he lays me out on the bed, Hunter sets me down on my feet and slowly slides down my panties and takes off my bra. He takes his time to explore every inch of my body with his hands and his lips. His nose slides up between my thighs, his mouth ignoring where I want it the most.
“So perfect.” The warmth of his breath against my skin makes my body hum with anticipation. Hunter rises and tucks my hair behind my shoulders with one hand while the other caresses my cheek. “You are even more perfect than I imagined.” This time as he says the words, I believe him.
He loops his arm around my waist and gently lays me back on the bed. Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off, revealing his broad muscular chest. My hands trail up chiseled abs, fingers playing in the hair peppered across his chest. He takes my hands and places a kiss on each of my palms, then guides them down his chest to the front of his pants. I can feel his hard length beneath his jeans.
“This is what you do to me Lucy. Every fucking time I hear your voice, your laugh, see that beautiful smile, I’m hard as steel.” He releases my hands, and I go straight to work opening the button then the zipper. My pussy pulses with need as I pull his thick, hard length from the confines of his boxers. He’s heavy in my hand and so mouth-wateringly big. I slowly stroke him with both hands. Pre-cum drips down the back of my hand. I tilt my hips up and glide his cock along my clit. Just that movement alone has me ready to come.
He leans down and rests his forehead against mine. “I fucking need you Lucy,” he groans with desperation.
“You can have all of me,” I whisper and let him sink deep inside me. Hunter collapses on top of me. I forgot how good it feels to have a man on top of me. He slowly starts to move in and out of me. Each thrust is mind blowing. My legs wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper. His mouth is on my neck, kissing, sucking, licking. I’ve fantasized about this night a million times and nothing compares to this moment. It’s everything I wanted and more, but it’s also the biggest mistake of my life.