Megan couldn’t believe Hunter had talked her into Sunday dinner at his parents’ house. He’d gotten her to agree to go when he had her hovering on the brink of an orgasm that he’d denied her until she acquiesced—a dirty trick of the highest order. She’d make him pay for that later. She couldn’t wait. He’d returned from Rutland with a huge bag of silk lingerie that he’d insisted she model for him.
They’d made it to the third item before he was pulling the silky fabric from her body and making mad, passionate love to her.
After yet another incredible night with him, she could no longer recall what her life had been like before he declared himself to her, before he told her he’d been into her for years and had dreamed about being with her. He was completely irresistible as well as funny, sexy, thoughtful, smart, charming, caring and more than a little bossy when he wanted to be.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Even the thought of Nina’s looming departure on Wednesday couldn’t dim the light that glowed inside Megan thanks to Hunter’s love and attention. Nina and Brett had gone to spend some time with his family today. They’d invited her to come along, but she’d declined. There was no time like the present to start letting Nina go.
After Hunter got her to agree to dinner with his family, she began to regret not taking Nina up on her invitation. Wearing a denim shirt with khakis, Hunter looked as gorgeous as ever while he drove them from her house to his parents’ barn on Hells Peak Road.
As they crossed the one-lane covered bridge, Megan’s nerves went into overdrive. Everyone would be there. They’d all be looking at her and wondering what he saw in her.
“Whatever you’re thinking, knock it off.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” she asked, unnerved by how tuned into her he was.
“You’re doing that thing with your hands.”
“What thing with my hands?”
With his wrists propped on the steering wheel, he twisted his fingers around in circles. “You do it when you’re stewing over something, and since we’re on our way to my parents’ house for dinner with my family, I assume you’re stewing over that, which you shouldn’t be.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Knowing me so well. You shouldn’t know me so well yet. It’s not right.”
Hunter laughed, a sexy, gravelly sound that she’d come to adore, especially when she made it happen. “Hannah is a moose whisperer. I’m a Megan whisperer.”
“Did you just compare me to a moose?”
“Not at all.” He reached for her hand, wrapping his much larger one around hers. “Relax. I promise it’ll all be fine.”
“Easy for you to say. Your boyfriend’s family isn’t large enough to be a baseball team.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Is that really all you heard there?”
“Did you say something else?”
“Hunter! I’m serious. This is very intimidating to me.”
He pulled to the side of the road and put the SUV in park.
“What’re you doing?”
“Giving you a minute to calm down and contemplating how soon I can trade in this freaking truck so I can get one that gives me access to you when I need it.”
Megan needed him as much as he seemed to need her, so she unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled across the console, landing in his lap with an inelegant plop that made him gasp. “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said in a high-pitched, female tone. “I’ll be fine.”
“Stop it,” she said, laughing.
His arms came around her, cuddling her, and all her worries disappeared like a wisp of smoke leaving a chimney. When he was holding her and looking at her with those incredible eyes, nothing could bother her.
“If you feel freaked out at dinner, look at me. I’ll remind you why you’re there.”
“Why am I there?”
“Because I want you with me. I want you to know the people who matter to me—and not just know what they like to order at the diner, but really know them. I want you to be a part of the second most important thing in my life—my family. I want to spend every possible minute with you.”
“You said your family is the second most important thing in your life. What’s first? Your work?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No, silly. The most important thing in my life is the woman I love.”
Megan closed her eyes and sighed. What else could she do? “She’s a lucky girl, whoever she is.”
“I hope you get to meet her someday.”
Megan opened her eyes to find his dancing with mirth. “Very funny.”
He sobered all of a sudden, looking sexy and somber at the same time. “I need to tell you something before we get there.”
“What?”
“There’s a very good chance that Will and Cameron got engaged last night.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine. I’m happy for him—for both of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure that I’m happy for them? Yes. Sure that I’m fine with it? Positive. But you’re sweet to give me a heads-up and to be concerned about me.”
“Of course I’m concerned about you. I’ll always be concerned about you.”
“How do you know that?” He shrugged. “I just do.”
“You’re very certain about all of this.”
“You have no idea how certain I am,” he said with a mysterious smile. “Let’s go to dinner.”
“You’re not going to explain that?”
After thinking about it for a second, he said, “Nope.”
“It’s not nice to tease me that way.”
“You love when I tease you.” He swooped in to kiss her, but she turned away.
“No kissing until you tell me what you meant by that.”
“I’ll get you to change your mind.”
She lifted herself off his lap and back into her seat. “Give it your best shot.”