It turned out, his chocolate chip cookies were almost better than being adored by him. She ate four of them, one right after the other. His company and attention had helped her to bounce back from the earlier scare. She’d enjoyed the dinner they’d prepared together as well as the cookies he’d made while she nursed a glass of wine and watched him bake.
“I take it you approve of my cookies?”
“Oh my God. Approve? Yes, I approve. I want more.”
“You’re going to get sick.”
“What a way to go.”
With the kitchen cleaned to his exacting standards, he took off the apron he’d worn to amuse her and hung it on a hook by the oven. Bringing the bottle of chardonnay with him, he went around the counter to join her on the other stool and topped off her glass.
“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
“Do I need to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you?”
“Hardly. I think I proved how easy I am last night.”
“Easy?” He laughed. “Yeah, right. You put me through hell, woman.”
“I did not.”
“Um, yeah, you did. Do you know how many times I’ve had to order a second cup of coffee because I was so hard from watching you run around the diner that I’d embarrass myself if I got up to leave?”
“That’s not true!”
“It’s absolutely true. I would sit there and try to think about anything other than how badly I wanted to kiss you and touch you and … I wanted more than anything to be able to talk to you.”
“You talked to me all the time.”
“About what I wanted to eat or whether I wanted more coffee. I wanted to talk about you. I wanted to know what you think about, what you care about, what you dream about, what you look like first thing in the morning.”
She cringed.
He tapped on the furrow between her brows. “Don’t do that. I’ve seen what you look like first thing in the morning, and it’s a thing of beauty.”
“Right … Sure, it is.”
“Megan, look at me.”
She forced herself to look into eyes that seemed to see right through her. With any other man, she might feel exposed or vulnerable, but Hunter made her feel safe and wanted in a way that was all new to her.
“You’re beautiful, inside and out,” he said, right before he kissed her. Then he leaned his forehead against hers and took hold of her hand. “Want to see the rest of my house?”
“Any part in particular?”
“I thought I’d show you my piano.”
Because she hadn’t been expecting him to say that, she laughed. “You play the piano?”
“Yep. Not very well, but well enough to accompany Nolan when he sang to my sister at their wedding.”
“He did? Oh wow, that must’ve been amazing. What did he sing?”
Keeping his hold on her hand, he led her into the room he used as an office where his upright piano sat against the wall. “‘I Won’t Let Go’ by Rascal Flatts.”
“I love that song. What did Hannah think?”
“She cried. We all did. It was amazing. Until he asked me to accompany him, I didn’t even know he could sing. He’s got an incredible voice.”
“What a perfect song, considering the circumstances.”
“I thought so, too.”
“Will you play for me sometime?”
“Anytime. But I don’t sing. Ever.”
“Sounds like there’s a story behind that.”
“No story, but if my siblings are to be believed, I sound like cats fighting when I sing.”
Megan cracked up. “Nice.”
“It’s a tough crowd, especially for the oldest and wisest.”
She rolled her eyes and followed him up narrow stairs to the second floor. He showed her the guest room and guest bathroom. Everything was perfectly clean and orderly, nicely decorated and visually appealing. She expected nothing less from him.
“And now for the main event,” he said, leading her into his room, which was done in shades of blue with red accents.
“This is really nice. I love your house. I can tell you put a lot of time into making it yours.”
“I’ve painted every square inch of the place. It was a mess when I first moved in. Took about two years of nights and weekends to get it the way I wanted it.”
“You cook, you bake, you iron, you balance the books, you paint. Is there anything you can’t do?”
He put his arms around her and cupped her bottom, drawing her in tight against his arousal. “You left out a few of my favorite skills.” Nuzzling her neck, he made her crazy with only the touch of his lips against her fevered skin.
Megan couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. She wanted to drown in his rich, appealing scent. She wanted to feel, again, the way he’d made her feel the night before when he’d treated her like the most precious thing in his life. It was a heady feeling, she’d discovered, to be on the receiving end of that kind of attention from a man who was as sweet as he was sexy.
“What’re you thinking right now?” he asked against her ear, making her tremble.
“That I like the way I feel when I’m with you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Safe, happy, amused, aroused, intrigued.”
“Don’t forget adored.”
“How could I forget that?”
“Don’t forget that. Don’t forget any of it. I love that you feel all of that when you’re with me. I feel the same way. I can’t get enough of you.” He undressed her slowly and reverently, worshiping each new bit of skin as he revealed it. His kisses and caresses set her on fire and had her clutching a handful of his thick dark hair as he kissed his way down the front of her, kneeling before her to remove her jeans and panties. Watching him remove them made her forget she hated that word.
He ran his hands up the back of her legs, cupped her bottom and drew her in closer until his face was flush against her belly.
Her legs trembled while she waited to see what he would do. She combed her fingers through his hair, loving how soft it was. “You’re overdressed for this party,” she said, hoping to move things along when he seemed perfectly content to stay right where he was while she burned for more.
Hunter squeezed her bottom and then dragged two fingers through the dampness between her legs, making her gasp when he touched her swollen clitoris. “Are you sore from last night, honey?”
Her head fell back and her lips parted from the incredible pleasure of his touch. “Mmm. So sore.”
“I’m sorry about that. I’d never want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. It’s a good kind of sore.”
“Sit back on the bed.” He helped to arrange her the way he wanted her with her bottom at the edge of the mattress, her legs spread.
Megan was already on the brink of explosive release and he’d barely touched her. And then he pressed her legs farther apart with his hands on her inner thighs and bent to give her his tongue in soft, soothing caresses that made her cry out from the pleasure that zipped through her body.
“Hurt?”
“No. God, no. It’s incredible.”
He did it again and again and again, licking and teasing and coaxing with only his tongue.
She came twice, one right on top of the other, the second time nearly giving him a bald spot from the frantic way she pulled his hair.
“I could do this all night,” he said after her second orgasm.
“Get naked and come here,” she said when she could speak again.
“I’m happy right here.”
She laughed nervously at the idea of him actually pleasuring her all night. She had no doubt he’d do it if he thought she wanted him to. “Hunter, please. I want you.”
Never taking his eyes off her, he stood and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off his broad shoulders. The T-shirt under it followed, landing on the floor.
As he reached for the button to his jeans, Megan sat up and pushed his hands away. “Let me.” She pulled the button free and slowly unzipped him, a task that was made difficult by the rock-hard erection behind the zipper. Pushing the jeans and another pair of silk boxers over his hips, Megan leaned in to take him into her mouth.
“Oh God,” he whispered as his cock hit the back of her throat.
Megan let it stay there for a full minute before she withdrew and did it again, this time adding her tongue to the mix.
“I didn’t think I’d ever come again after last night, and you’ve already got me right there.”
“Do it,” she whispered against the tip, making him arch into her. She took him in again, grasping his ass and digging her fingers into the dense muscle.
He cried out, pumping his release into her mouth.
Megan sucked hard, triggering a second wave.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered.
Knowing she’d once again made the oh-so-classy Hunter Abbott swear made her smile as she slowly released him from her mouth.
He came down on top of her, driving his tongue into her mouth and squeezing her breasts.
Megan wrapped her legs around his hips and felt his recently satisfied cock begin to harden again. “That was fast,” she said.
“I’m always hard when you’re around. Always.”
He kissed her everywhere and had her on the verge of begging when he rolled off her, breathing hard but keeping a tight grip on her hand.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You’re sore. We should stop. And you have to work early. You have to be tired.”
What she was, Megan thought, was incredibly turned on. With that in mind, she sat up and opened the drawer in his bedside table.
“What’re you looking for?”
“Condoms.”
“Bathroom. Medicine cabinet.”
“Stay put.”
“Couldn’t move if my life depended on it.”
She got up and went into the bathroom that adjoined his bedroom and found the condoms right where he’d said they would be. Remembering what had happened last night with six of them, she took half as many tonight and returned to where she’d left him, laid out on the bed, fully erect and absolutely gorgeous. Before her eyes, he got even bigger.
Megan tore open the packet, and with her lip between her teeth, she concentrated on rolling it down his length. Satisfied with her work, she straddled him and leaned over to kiss him.
“We don’t have to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Megan …”
Another thought occurred to her then. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“Said no guy ever when a gorgeous babe like you is naked in his bed.”
He was so free with the compliments, and she loved them all. She loved that she turned him on so thoroughly, and that he wanted her so badly was a huge turn-on to her as well. Because she was, in fact, still sore from their sexual marathon the night before, she took him in slowly, loving the way his eyes closed, his lips parted, his jaw throbbed and his fingers dug into her legs as he fought for control that she wasn’t prepared to surrender.
Taking him in wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done. Despite how well he’d prepared her, her abused tissues fought the invasion, and for a minute or two she didn’t think she could do it. But she forced herself to relax, to recall the incredible pleasure she’d found in his arms last night and again tonight.
Hunter cupped her breasts, playing gently with her tender nipples, which helped to ease his entry below. “Nothing has ever felt this good, Megan. Ever.”
“For me either,” she said breathlessly. And it was true. Sure, she’d had way too much sex when she was younger, but what she’d done then and what she was doing now with him could hardly be compared. Everything about this was different, and it had been from the beginning. He was different, and she was falling in love with him one minute at a time even if she hadn’t planned to let that happen.
It was truly astonishing to her that he could’ve been so close and yet so far away all this time, and the idea that she could’ve missed out on this, on him, was truly humbling.
Ten full minutes after they started, she finally was able to take him completely inside her, and for a long moment, he stayed perfectly still even as he gritted his teeth from the effort. “Okay?” he asked, sounding tortured.
“So good.”
“Move, Megan. Please … Move.”
With her hands flat against his chest, Megan began to swivel her hips, slowly at first and then faster as her body yielded to the invasion. Soon, soreness was forgotten, overtaken by the pleasure they found together.
He took hold of her hands and drew them up and over his head, bringing her down close enough to kiss him. The thrust of his tongue, the rub of her nipples against his chest hair and the fullness within her had her climbing again.
Needing air, she tore her lips free and sucked in greedy gulps. Without missing a beat, Hunter rolled them over so he was on top, pressing into her rhythmically but gently at the same time. “Feel good?”
She looked up to find him gazing down at her with those soft brown eyes that saw her the way no one ever had before. “Amazing.”
“For me, too.”
Under him, she squirmed, trying to get closer, needing him deeper. “Hunter …”
“I’ve got you, honey.” Seeming to know what she needed better than she did, he hooked his arm under her left leg and bent it to her chest, opening her fully to his deep strokes. He got the angle just right, making her moan.
“Let me hear you. There’s no one around. You can be as loud as you want.”
He bumped up against her clit, and she cried out.
“Again.” He did it again and again until she screamed from the orgasm that ripped through her.
She felt it everywhere, from the tips of her fingers to the bottoms of her feet and most intensely in the place where they were joined.
He pushed into her hard and fast, and then came with a shout that triggered another wave for her.
Four orgasms in thirty minutes was another first for her. With him warm and heavy on top of her and throbbing with aftershocks inside her, Megan knew a rare moment of perfect contentment, and it was all because of him.