Until there was only darkness and pleasure. So much fucking glorious pleasure that she fell wildly apart.
Then there was a gentle kiss on her thigh.
Breathless, she slowly opened her eyes as he slid her panties back up and then helped her wiggle into her jeans. He refastened the button and then kissed her belly before he rose and righted her bra and her shirt.
“You’ve never come quite like that before.” He took her chin in his grip, and sealed his mouth over hers, his desire seeping into every touch. She smelled herself on him, and it was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever experienced. A growl simmered across her lips as he broke away and said with a devilish smile, “I like that you only come that hard for me.”
Heknew.
He read right fucking through her. He knew how much she wanted him, craved him, yearned for him.
To get things back in her corner, she reached for his pants, when his hand came down on her wrist. “Not yet,” he said, roughly.
“Why not? I finished. You should too.”
He brushed his lips across hers. “When I fuck you, there will nothing between us.” He backed way and stared deeply. “Since you’re not ready to tell me the truth, we’ve got a condo to clean.”
Looking proud of himself—as he should—he headed for the hutch in the kitchen and began putting the drawers back.
Lottie sighed, her head falling against the wall, her legs wobbly beneath her.
Stay strong.
Stay unemotional.
Do not fall for him!
4
Hunt woke to warm curves snuggled into him. Heat rushed to his cock as he drew in Lottie’s scent. Needingmore,he tucked his head into her neck and inhaled deeper this time, sliding his hand gently over the curve of her hip.
Damn, this woman unraveled him.
She had ensnared him. He wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into this spectacular thing between them, but he knew this was false intimacy. She had ulterior motives for letting last night happen. Especially after the fight she’d put up for so long, keeping things platonic between them. Inhaling again, he slid his hand down over her exposed belly beneath her pajama top.
What are you hiding, sweetheart?
When they had arrived back at her condo after they grabbed his overnight bag, he’d helped her get her place back in order. It’d been so late, and they were both tired, she’d insisted they both sleep in her bed for Hunt’s comfort, and they’d crashed without so much as another kiss.
Though, he’d kept her close.
Christ, he didn’t want to let her go again.
A knock on her front door had him lifting his head from her sweet warmth. The knock came again, and when Lottie didn’t rouse, breathing deeply with sleep, he slid out of bed and got back into his jeans. He wanted to believe she slept so soundly because he’d been there to protect her. Swiftly, he made it into the living room and opened the door to a delivery man.
Hunt hesitated before accepting the box being offered and said, “Who sent this?”
The delivery man reached the package out farther. “I’m not sure. No return address. But it was scanned per our protocol.”
“All right,” Hunt said, accepting the package. “Thanks.”
“Have a great day,” the delivery man said, before retreating down the hallway.
Hunt shut the door behind him, locking it again. He studied the box, mulling over the possibility it was tied to the break-in, but considering most people received packages regularly, Hunt let it go. He would check it out when Lottie opened it. He set the package down next to his cell phone on the coffee table where he’d left it last night.
After scooping up his phone, he dialed the First Precinct, moving through the phone channels until a gravelly voice said, “Garcia.”
“It’s Walker,” Hunt said, moving to the tall windows, staring down at the busy street, already bristling with life, no matter the early hour.
