Chapter Four
Hunter
After the movers left me standing in my new loft, surrounded by boxes, I decide I need a coffee break before I start unpacking and make my way through the rain to Lucy’s coffee shop. Her shop is a couple of blocks from my place, it’s a short walk for the best coffee in the city and Lucy’s beautiful smile. The smile that could make even the toughest of men fall to their knees. Hell, I’d burn down cities for that smile.
I shake the rain from my jacket before stepping inside. The scent of coffee and cinnamon fills the air. I look around the shop for Lucy and notice a large number of men looking in one direction. I follow their gaze right over to Lucy standing on a ladder, restocking books on one of the bookshelves. Now I see why they are all staring. The hem of her skirt is caught on the edge of the ladder, exposing her white lacy panties and the gentle round curve of her ass. I can’t have all these assholes gawking at my Lucy. I stomp over to her and put a wall between her ass and their prying eyes.
“Lucy darlin, you might want to rethink wearing skirts when you are up on this thing,” I say, as I free her skirt from the grips of the ladder. A scowl takes over my face when I hear the men behind me groan in disappointment as I cover her back up.
She looks down at me with a flushed face. “I was flashing the entire coffee shop, wasn’t I?”
I nod, and she covers her face with her hand out of embarrassment. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” I help her down to the ground. She looks around at the full coffee shop and her face turns about three different shades of red when she realizes everyone got a nice view of her ass. “I guess this explains why the tables are still full.”
“It was probably the highlight of their day.” I half smile. Out of the corner of my eye I see a few of the tables clearing out. Show’s over, assholes.
“I’m just glad I remembered to put on underwear this morning. Now that would have really been embarrassing.”
The thought of anyone but me seeing her exposed like that makes my blood boil. No, she’ll only be that way with me. Easy access for me to give her all the pleasure she deserves. To touch her, taste her, to make her come. That will be my job.
“I owe you a cup of coffee for coming to my rescue.” Her soft pink lips give way to an appreciative smile. “Maybe a cinnamon roll cupcake too,” she adds with a wink.
Lucy turns on her heels and strides over to the coffee bar. Watching Lucy walk is like watching a symphony of long legs and soft curves moving in perfect harmony. Every move she makes grips me tighter into her web. She is the personification of sexy and she doesn’t even know it.
I slide onto one of the stools at the bar while Lucy works on my coffee. Over the sound of the steamer I hear her humming to herself. I live for that sound, she does it every time she makes coffee. It’s damn cute.
“Brooke told me you were moving into your new place today.” She slides the finished coffee across the wooden bar. I glance down and see an outline of a camera in the foam.
“That’s cute,” I say with a wink. She responds with a giggle and shy grin. “The movers just finished unloading the boxes. I have a long day of unpacking ahead of me and this will help.” I bring the cup to my lips and take a swig. The hot liquid warms my soul. Best coffee in the city. “If you have time you should drop by and see the place.”
“I would love to, but after I finish up here, I have to pick up Bailey from school.”
“Bring her along,” I suggest. Bailey is one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever met, besides my niece Ella, of course. Bailey is a mini version of Lucy. They both have big blue eyes that, with just the bat of their lashes, could own every man in the room. The goofy personality she got from her mother leaves me laughing every time she’s around. “I could use your advice on who the best local artists are around here. I want to open my own art gallery.”
Her left eyebrow pops up in interest. “You want to open an art gallery?”
“Yeah. I got my first big break as a photo journalist because one of the editors at Travel Magazine saw a photograph of mine at a studio in New York. I want to showcase artists no one has heard of and give them a chance to be discovered.” If it wasn’t for that studio owner taking a chance on me, I would probably be working at some portrait studio in a mall somewhere.
“I think that is a fantastic idea and I would love to help you.” A smile slides across her peachy pink lips. Oh, how I want to suck on those lips.
I can’t fight back the excited smile that erupts across my face. Any moment I get to show Lucy how serious I am about settling down I will take. “Great, here is the address.” I scribble the numbers on the napkin in front of me and slide it to her. As Lucy reaches for it, her fingers brush the top of my hand, and a shudder of pleasure surges through my body, making my dick strain against the front of my pants. Fuck, I want those hands on every inch of my body.
The room is getting warmer as I imagine her hands gripping my shoulders while I take her on top of this bar. My name spilling from those luscious pinks lips, tits bouncing as I pound into her. Get it together, Hunter. She’ll be yours soon, I remind myself. Lucy is a one of a kind woman, and she needs to be wooed and treated like the queen that she is before she will let her hair down and be the bad girl I know is hiding beneath the sweetness.
“Bailey and I will see you later.”