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“I don’t even know how to respond, Hunter…” She licks her lips and doesn’t take her glossy eyes from mine. An electric current streams between us. “The love I have for you feels incomparable, and I’m just sorry I made you wait.”
“God, please. Don’t be. You needed to heal and get comfort more than anything. I was always here, waiting, hoping, but also healing with you. I know the guilt you feel, I feel it too, but we deserve a chance at happiness.”
“You’re absolutely right. After I set my guilt aside, I realized that, and I want to be happy with you.”
“I’m here.” I bring her lips to mine. “Yours.”
“Mine.”
Chapter Twenty
Lennon
Every nerve in my body is on fire when Hunter’s lips brush against mine. Everything inside me lights up like fireworks when he says the most beautiful and heartfelt things, cherishing me like I’m his whole world.
He loves me.
I don’t think I will ever get tired of hearing him say those words. He says them with every fiber of his being, so truthful and meaningful it makes my heart pound at the realization we’re in love.
This whole time I’ve been in denial, fighting it, refusing to believe or allow myself to love again.
But I can’t live in the past anymore.
When our mouths fuse in a heated, passionate kiss, I’m done speaking and allow our bodies to do the talking. I want this so badly every part of me aches for him.
Sinking into him, we’re as close as two bodies can be together, and I claw my nails down his back. Hunter rewards me with a desperate groan and reaches around to cup my ass. I feel just how hard he is. I want to taste him, lick him, devour him the way he did me.
When he wraps his hand around my thigh, I use it as leverage to climb on top of him and straddle his waist. His lips consume mine, his large hands roaming over every surface of my exposed body, and for once, I don’t feel insecure.
Kissing my way down, I press my lips to his bare chest, silently admiring his tattoos and his muscles. Then I feather kisses to his stomach and all the way to his very admirable V over his hips. Hunter moans when I rub a hand over his cock, teasing and desperate.
“Fuck, Lennon…” His head falls back, and I smile, knowing he’s already losing his damn mind and I’ve barely touched him.
I scramble to help him take off his pants and boxer shorts, and when he’s fully bared to me, my breath hitches at the sight of him. I always knew Hunter was a gorgeous man, solid and muscular, but seeing him like this, exposed and hard, makes me want to kiss every damn inch of him.
Unable to wait another second, I wrap my hand around his cock and slide my tongue up his shaft. He groans, and Oh my God it turns me on even more. I look up at Hunter whose eyes are glued to me, his mouth parted as he wraps a hand in my hair and pulls it to the side.
I slide my tongue around his tip before pulling him into my mouth. His fingers tighten in my hair, so I do it again.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Just like that.” Hunter moans as I rotate my hand over his length and suck on him, pulling him deeper into my throat. I do this over and over, before sliding my hand down to his balls, carefully massage him and then open my mouth wider. With my ass in the air, I pull him all the way inside my mouth and suck. Hunter’s hips arch as he thrusts upward and the taste of him has me growing more anxious to have all of him.
As I come up for air, I bring both hands to his cock and stroke him hard and fast. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and I love the way he responds to everything I’m doing to him. It gives me the confidence to climb up his body and straddle his lap.
Hunter sits up, cups my face, and slams his mouth to mine. He pours so much love and passion into everything he does, and right now, in the heat of the moment, it’s no different. It’s always been real. I pull him closer, rocking my hips, letting him know exactly what I want.
“Hunter…” I beg against his lips. “I need you.”
“Yeah?” he asks, kissing down my neck and to my ear. “How much?”
His taunting tone makes me smile as my head falls back. Hunter’s mouth and hands explore, leaving goose bumps everywhere he touches.
“Please,” I whimper, rocking my body. “Now.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Yes.”
Hunter wraps a hand around my waist, then spins us around until I’m lying on the bed and he’s over me. “I love hearing you beg for it.” He flashes me his shit-eating grin. “Might’ve fantasized about it a time or two.” Then he winks.
