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“I like that rule,” he murmured, leaning against the dresser and canting his head as he looked at her. “It’s not usually like this for me though.”
She rolled onto her side and propped her cheek on her palm. “You aren’t pressuring me. And you aren’t keeping tabs on me. You have a roof over your head. I’m staying in a spare bedroom at my cousin’s house. Like I said, I’ve been humbled a thousand times. This…” She looked around. “This feels like freedom to me.”
“You like money,” he said.
“I used to. Now, money gets me caught. It catches the attention of my hunter. I’m happy when I feel safe.”
“And do you feel safe?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
His eyebrow arched up. “With me?”
“I saw the smile on your face after you were shot, Gunner. It’s burned into my mind. I’m happy to be on your good side.”
A slow, calculating smile commandeered his face, showing just the hint of a dimple on his right cheek. He lifted his chin higher and pushed off the dresser, sauntered over to her, and fell on top of her. He kept his weight off her with his locked arms, and raked his hungry gaze up and down her body. “No one on this earth will ever hurt you when I’m around.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her sensitive earlobe. “If you were a shifter, you would hear the truth in my oath as I said that. You.” He kissed her earlobe. “Are.” He kissed her throat. “Safe.”
Gunner pressed his lips to hers and she melted back against the mattress, spread her knees instinctively so that he could settle his hips between her thighs. He grabbed her upper thigh and rolled his hips against hers as he pushed his tongue past her lips. Good…gaaaah…this man knew how to move over a woman.
She could let her mind go under his care. There was no thinking. She just did as he asked, knowing he would take care of her body.
He pulled her shirt and hoodie over her head and pulled her bra down, popping her breasts out of the top of the cups. He pulled one into his mouth and massaged the other. Mmmm, he liked her tits.
She cupped the sides of his head and rolled her head back, arched her back to meet the movement of his lips.
Gunner pushed upward and pulled his shirt over his head, let it drop to the corner of the bed, and fell back on her, skin against skin. He settled his weight onto her, but she’d already gotten an eyeful. His six-pack had rippled with his breath, his shoulders were tensed, his biceps were perfect. The line between his defined pecs belonged to some model in a magazine.
Yet here he was in all of his glory—his mess, his perfections and imperfections—focused on her body, and she felt lucky. She felt sexy.
Crooked nose and all, she felt beautiful.
He pushed her hands above her head as he rolled his body against hers, and intertwined his fingers with hers. His kiss had her closing her eyes and wishing for this to never end.
He took his time, primed her body, got her wet as he moved over her, against her, with her.
When he reached for her phone, she was only confused for a moment. “Pull the video up,” he rumbled against her throat.
She’d never done this. She’d never done this! Excitement took her middle. “I trust you,” she whispered, because it settled her to speak aloud.
“You can,” he murmured, and gently nipped his teeth against her throat.
She opened the video. He pushed off her, set the phone on the chair by the window facing them, and then hit record. He returned to her, his back to the camera, and slowly, he pulled the zipper down on his jeans, eyes burning into her.
For a few moments, she thought about the video. She would watch this later. Did she look good? She messed with her hair, but he smiled and shook his head. “Don’t change a damn thing. You’re perfect.”
Those words settled something inside of her chest. She relaxed back and watched him undress. When he knelt over her with nothing on, she drank in his Adonis body, and gave him a wicked grin as he reached forward and tugged at her leggings. He was smooth about it. Just peeled them right off over her ankles and then dropped them onto the floor. She was with him, here in this moment, vulnerable, no clothes on.
He eased himself over her and angled his face as he settled his lips near her ear again. “Don’t think.”
Hallie released a long, shuddering breath and closed her eyes as he dragged his hand down her ribs to her waist, and squeezed. He flipped her fast, with a strength that drew a gasp from her lips. She was on her stomach, looking at the pillows of the bed, and he was behind her, grasp on her hips as he lowered down to her.
His chest was warm against her back. He gripped her hair gently, angled her head back, and dragged kisses down her jawline to her neck. “So beautiful when you’re open like this,” he rumbled.
Gunner dragged her to the edge of the bed and settled her feet onto the carpet, and then asked her, “Ready?”
On instinct, Hallie arched her back for him, angling her ass upward so he could slide into her easier.
“Gooood girl,” he murmured near her ear, and she loved this. Loved every second of it.
