His Every Defense by Kelly Favor Page A

She could tell he was awake, though, from the set of his jaw and the tension in his face.
    “You told me to answer it,” she said, whining a little.
    “Hey, I couldn’t care less if your obnoxious brother meets us for a drink.”
    “What a nightmare,” she groaned.
    Hunter opened his eyes. “Look, it’s fine. Hopefully we’ll be celebrating after our successful meeting with Max Weisman, okay?”
    “Yeah.” She smiled gratefully.
    He took her hand and squeezed it. “Now relax and try and enjoy this new experience. It’s not everyday you get to go to Hollywood and make movies.”

    ***
    The flight was uneventful, and they got to their hotel that morning and collapsed into bed for a deep, if short, sleep.
    When Kallie awoke just a couple of hours later, Hunter was already in the shower.
    He came out with a white towel around his waist, water beads glistening on his skin.
    “You awake?” he said, clapping his hands together. “Time’s a-wastin’.” He went to the closet and grabbed his suit off its hanger, and started back toward the bathroom.
    “I’m awake,” she replied, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and sitting up in bed.
    She stood hesitantly on her feet and checked out her ankle. She still hadn’t been back to the doctor’s office for her checkup, but she could tell that the ankle was almost healed. “I don’t think I need my crutches, if I’m careful,” she said.
    Hunter looked back at her over his shoulder. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
    “I’m fine. I was on crutches a day or two longer than I really needed to be. I swear, I’m okay. Just don’t make me run sprints and I’ll be a-okay.”
    “You know I like to run wind sprints before a big meeting, Kallie,” he joked.
    “I had no idea.” She smiled, liking this new side of Hunter (how many sides did he have, anyhow?). He was jokey, good-humored and energetic. It was obvious that he enjoyed the movie business a heck of a lot more than writing books in his little cave.
    A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom looking spiffy, fixing his tie, his hair gelled, face clean-shaven, suit immaculate.
    “Your turn,” he told her.
    They’d packed one of the dresses she’d picked up on her wild spending spree some time ago. Kallie showered and put on her makeup, her dress and a pair of comfortable heels. Testing her ankle, she found that there was almost no pain at all, and it simply felt a tiny bit weak and unsteady as she walked. But after a few minutes, she hardly even noticed that.
    “You look fantastic,” he told her, when she emerged from the bathroom.
    She did a little turn and smiled, batting her eyelashes playfully at him. He walked closer.
    “We make a dashing couple, don’t you think?” she asked.
    “If we had just a little more time, you have no idea what I’d do to you.”
    “I think we might have enough time.”
    He checked his phone. “You’re right. Screw the time.” And then he picked her up over his shoulder, like she weighed nothing more than a bag of leaves. He tossed her onto the enormous hotel bed, where she squealed, bouncing a little.
    And then he was like a mountain lion, pouncing on her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. She tasted his newly minted breath, as his tongue explored her mouth, and then he playfully bit her lip. Suddenly he was kissing down her neck, down the plunging neckline of her dress. Everything was hot, burning up, instantly on fire from his touch.
    His hands ran up the length of her legs, pushing her dress further and further up until it reached her hips and gathered there, revealing the tiniest, thinnest black thong.
    Hunter looked greedily at what she was offering him, her legs spread.
    Then he was upon her, his lips tearing at the thin fabric of her panties, teeth pulling it away from her soft, white, bare mound of flesh. And then his mouth was meeting her shuddering flesh, his tongue diving into the folds that were awaiting him.
    Kallie moaned and arced her