again.”
“I thought about it,” she said, half-serious.
“I know. That’s what had me worried.”
She popped the snap on his jeans.
“No.” He grasped her hands. “Not yet. We have plenty of time.”
“But…”
His arms went around her again. “For now, I just want to hold you. Enjoy how good you feel. Then, kitchen clean up.” He looked down with a devilish grin smeared across what face wasn’t covered with hair. “Then upstairs.”
“Kitchen clean up? Are you a neat freak?”
“No. The lady of the house is and I want to stay on her good side.”
She bristled. “What makes you think that?”
“Come on. This place has no clutter. Nothing is out of place.”
She did have a clutter aversion and the less she owned the easier it was to move.
“I meant what I said about it being more than sex.” The timbre of his voice sent chills skittering over her spine. “Let’s get the kitchen taken care of then we can decide what we’re going to do for the rest of the night.”
They cleared everything away in what she considered record time. She threw her hands in the air like she’d seen cowboys at the rodeo do when they calf roped. “We’re done.”
Hunter carefully folded a dishtowel and placed it on the counter. His arm shot out grasping her, pulling her against him.
“Hey.” Her mock protest ended when his mouth took hers.
He broke away but kept his mouth hovering close to hers. “What are we going to do now, play checkers, watch TV?”
“I don’t know how to play checkers and I don’t want to watch TV. What else do you suggest?”
He delivered a bone-melting, clothes-evaporating kiss.
“I’m going to carry you to bed,” he said against her lips.
“Good.” She sighed. “Because after that kiss, I don’t think I can walk.” She was kidding but he wasn’t. He swung her into his arms and carried her effortlessly up the stairs.
In her bedroom, he carefully lowered her feet to the floor and they stood by the bed kissing. One of his hands cupped her breast as the other massaged her ass.
“Hunter, please hurry.” She jammed her fingers inside the front of his jeans. “I need you.”
He stopped kissing and removed her hand. A mewling sound of protest escaped her.
“That first night, and that morning the sex was furious, and amazing,” he said.
She loved the way his beard moved when he smiled, or in this case, grinned.
He brought her hands to his lips and kissed the tips. “This time, we’re going to take it slow. Tonight is about you. You’re going to tell me what you like and I’m going to make you come a dozen different ways.”
She shook her head. One of his thick eyebrows rose and his expression turned from thoughtful to questioning. “No?”
“A dozen?” She was thinking she couldn’t survive coming that many times. His hand cupped her chin tilting her face up.
“Anything.” His lips softly met hers. “Worth doing.” His lips trailed her jaw and she shivered. “Is.” He moved to her ear. “Worth overdoing.”
He straightened and the look he gave her was so damn hot she almost came right then. “Okay….” She sucked in a couple stutter breaths and thought death by climax might be one hell of a way to die. “You convinced me.”
He was an excellent multi-tasker, kissing with zeal while his hands skimmed her sides, working up her shirt. “I want to get this off you,” he said. She squirmed, freeing her arms from the cloth even as they continued kissing. His lips left hers only long enough for him to yank the shirt over her head. In the process her hair came free from the scrunchie. Hunter fanned her hair over her shoulder then took a moment to look.
“What you do to me,” he said so low she wondered if he’d meant to say it aloud.
Whatever he meant, it spurred her heart into a wild tap dance and sent a wave of need swirling through her.
“You asked me what I want,” she said, grappling with his shirt, freeing the cotton from the waistband
“I thought about it,” she said, half-serious.
“I know. That’s what had me worried.”
She popped the snap on his jeans.
“No.” He grasped her hands. “Not yet. We have plenty of time.”
“But…”
His arms went around her again. “For now, I just want to hold you. Enjoy how good you feel. Then, kitchen clean up.” He looked down with a devilish grin smeared across what face wasn’t covered with hair. “Then upstairs.”
“Kitchen clean up? Are you a neat freak?”
“No. The lady of the house is and I want to stay on her good side.”
She bristled. “What makes you think that?”
“Come on. This place has no clutter. Nothing is out of place.”
She did have a clutter aversion and the less she owned the easier it was to move.
“I meant what I said about it being more than sex.” The timbre of his voice sent chills skittering over her spine. “Let’s get the kitchen taken care of then we can decide what we’re going to do for the rest of the night.”
They cleared everything away in what she considered record time. She threw her hands in the air like she’d seen cowboys at the rodeo do when they calf roped. “We’re done.”
Hunter carefully folded a dishtowel and placed it on the counter. His arm shot out grasping her, pulling her against him.
“Hey.” Her mock protest ended when his mouth took hers.
He broke away but kept his mouth hovering close to hers. “What are we going to do now, play checkers, watch TV?”
“I don’t know how to play checkers and I don’t want to watch TV. What else do you suggest?”
He delivered a bone-melting, clothes-evaporating kiss.
“I’m going to carry you to bed,” he said against her lips.
“Good.” She sighed. “Because after that kiss, I don’t think I can walk.” She was kidding but he wasn’t. He swung her into his arms and carried her effortlessly up the stairs.
In her bedroom, he carefully lowered her feet to the floor and they stood by the bed kissing. One of his hands cupped her breast as the other massaged her ass.
“Hunter, please hurry.” She jammed her fingers inside the front of his jeans. “I need you.”
He stopped kissing and removed her hand. A mewling sound of protest escaped her.
“That first night, and that morning the sex was furious, and amazing,” he said.
She loved the way his beard moved when he smiled, or in this case, grinned.
He brought her hands to his lips and kissed the tips. “This time, we’re going to take it slow. Tonight is about you. You’re going to tell me what you like and I’m going to make you come a dozen different ways.”
She shook her head. One of his thick eyebrows rose and his expression turned from thoughtful to questioning. “No?”
“A dozen?” She was thinking she couldn’t survive coming that many times. His hand cupped her chin tilting her face up.
“Anything.” His lips softly met hers. “Worth doing.” His lips trailed her jaw and she shivered. “Is.” He moved to her ear. “Worth overdoing.”
He straightened and the look he gave her was so damn hot she almost came right then. “Okay….” She sucked in a couple stutter breaths and thought death by climax might be one hell of a way to die. “You convinced me.”
He was an excellent multi-tasker, kissing with zeal while his hands skimmed her sides, working up her shirt. “I want to get this off you,” he said. She squirmed, freeing her arms from the cloth even as they continued kissing. His lips left hers only long enough for him to yank the shirt over her head. In the process her hair came free from the scrunchie. Hunter fanned her hair over her shoulder then took a moment to look.
“What you do to me,” he said so low she wondered if he’d meant to say it aloud.
Whatever he meant, it spurred her heart into a wild tap dance and sent a wave of need swirling through her.
“You asked me what I want,” she said, grappling with his shirt, freeing the cotton from the waistband
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