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Smug bastard.
I shake my head but can’t stop smiling, even when he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.
Hunter leans back, spreading my legs wider, then aligns our bodies. I bite my lip in anticipation as he strokes his dick a few times, and when I finally feel him inside me, I lose all control. The way he groans, then pulls back momentarily before sliding back in is complete bliss. My hips move with his, and we easily form a rhythm. Hunter braces himself above me, and as I wrap a hand around his neck, our mouths fuse and weld together.
“You feel fucking incredible, Lennon,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, giving him all the access he needs. “Lennon, baby. Do you feel how amazing we fit together?” His head drops to the side, and his lips press against my ear.
“Yes…” I whisper on a moan. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined,” I shyly admit.
Hunter’s eyes meet mine, our bodies completely in sync as he increases his pace, hitting the right spot over and over. My breathing picks up, my back arches, and I’m so damn close.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mutter, feeling every inch of him and unable to control the words spewing out of my mouth.
He reaches around for my leg to bring it over his shoulder, and then he drives impossibly deeper. The angle has my fingers clawing at his arms, wanting more, harder, faster—which he delivers.
Panting, rocking, begging for all of him.
“Oh my God, Hunter,” I cry out, my body arching to meet his, and then everything spins, and I see stars. The orgasm hits me so quick and unexpectedly, I clamp my hands around his biceps and dig my nails into his skin. He releases a loud grunt, and as soon as my vision clears, I watch him lose his fucking mind as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His rugged voice comes out hoarse as his jaw tightens. Damn, he looks sexy as hell when he comes, and knowing I’m the reason is so damn satisfying.
Hunter nearly collapses on top of me but holds himself up before dipping his head down to kiss me. Though we’re both trying to catch our breaths, I smile against his lips as our hearts pound in a mutual rhythm.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you,” he whispers. “I hope you don’t get tired of hearing me say that. I’ve been waiting a while…”
His breathy confession has me chuckling. Hunter falls to the side, taking me with him so we’re face to face.
“I know.” I brush my fingers through his hair. “I love you too.” My heart nearly bursts, so relieved to be able to say those words to him after denying them for so long.
“You’re mine,” he says with a seductive smile.
“And I’m yours,” I finish.
With a smile, Hunter kisses the top of my nose. “Don’t move. Be right back.”
He returns moments later with a towel, and once we’re clean, we climb under the covers and mold our bodies naturally mold together. My eyes flutter closed as I fall asleep next to the man I, without a doubt, have fallen recklessly in love with.
As soon as my eyes pop open, I check my phone and panic at how late it is. “Oh my God,” I mutter, sit up and scan my room, then realize Alison isn’t in her crib.
Hunter’s hand lands on my thigh and squeezes. “She’s with Mrs. Locke,” he reminds me in a sleepy voice. When I look over at him, his eyes are closed, but he somehow knew I was freaking out.
“Oh, right,” I mutter. “I should go pick her up soon.”
Hunter opens his eyes and smiles. “I texted her a couple of hours ago and let her know you’d be sleeping in, but we can go get her anytime you want.”
I lie back down, and he wraps me in his arms. “You were up and checked on her?”
Hunter presses his lips to mine for a sweet kiss, and my face lights up at the memory of our night together. “Yep. Guess it’s become a habit now.” He winks, brushing his fingers over my cheek. I love his little touches and the way he’s always found a reason to let me know he’s close, even if it was strictly platonic at the time. But now I want his hands all over me all of the time. “She sent some pictures if you wanna see. Looks like she’s having a blast.”
“Alison or Mrs. Locke?” I chuckle.
Hunter laughs, reaching for his phone, and then clicks on the message. “Both. I doubt she’s put her down since you dropped her off.”
“Well, Alison is still too young to do anything except demand to be held, fed, or changed. Although she loves to kick her little legs and arms, and pulling my hair.”
