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“Like getting another puppy,” he said, letting his lips start to move again, this time to my right hip.
He pulled the fabric down, and then kissed where it covered right over my hip bone.
“Another puppy?” I replied breathlessly. “What…” I swallowed when he trailed his mouth across the length of my stomach. “What about the two you already have?”
He grinned against my other hipbone.
“I want to become a dog parent with you,” he said. “Those I raised by myself. Raising a dog is a big responsibility. I wouldn’t make that decision with just anyone.”
I swallowed hard when those panties started to inch slowly down my ass, one delicious millimeter at a time.
“I also want to marry you again, too,” he agreed. “And I want to fuck you again. Love you again. Take you to see the beach again.”
I giggled. “We just came back from the beach.”
“But I didn’t really get to enjoy it. I had to take that course. I didn’t even get to make love to you in the sand like I would’ve liked,” he teased.
I grimaced. “Hunt, I’m not going to lie. I’ll do the sex with you anywhere. But sex on the beach sounds painful. Can you imagine all that sand in all those delicate places?”
Speaking of delicate places, they were now exposed to the world thanks to Hunt’s magical fingers.
Trying to distract my exploding need for him, I whispered huskily, “What else do you want to do again?”
“I want to bring you home for the first time again,” he said. “But there are also some actual firsts that I want to do.” He then licked the length of my stomach before saying, “Like your breasts. Have they ever been fucked?”
I felt my face flush with heat. “Nope. My ass hasn’t been, either.” I then covered my mouth as I squeaked in surprise. “Shit! I’m sorry. That wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth!”
He chuckled against my mound. “I plan to take that one day, soon. I plan to take and retake all of your firsts. Everything. I’m gonna give you your first baby. I’m going to give you your first I love you. I’m going to give you your first house. Your first really big fight. Your first make-up. I’m going to retake any time I want, too. Because you’re mine, and I want to make sure you know it.”
I knew it.
I wanted it.
I loved it.
“You love me?” I asked dumbly.
He twisted me around and spoke to my ass as he squeezed the flesh between his big hands. “I’ve loved you since you first said I could touch your eyelashes. I’ve never once experienced torture more than you coming to see me once a month while I was in prison and me not being able to touch you. To know that you’re okay. To see for myself that you were happy, healthy and whole.”
I swallowed hard as he pressed his face against my lower back, his chin resting against one ass cheek.
“I don’t know when I fell in love with you,” I admitted. “It was just one morning, I woke up, and you were the first thing I thought about. When I went to bed, you were the last thing to cross my mind.”
He bent forward and bit my ass cheek, causing me to laugh.
“Bend over,” he ordered roughly.
I have never bent over faster in my life.
It was honestly quite amusing.
Which had to be why I was laughing when his mouth touched my sensitive inner flesh.
“Wow,” he said. “I’ve never thought to experience laughter while I’m going down on my girl but…”
I spread my legs wider, allowing him better access.
He took advantage and started to fuck me with his mouth.
Long delicious strokes against my clit had me panting before I’d even realized I was close.
But that was how it was with Hunt.
My sexy little computer geek had a mouth like the devil.
He could do things with those hands and clever fingers that I’d never experienced before.
The man’s IQ was fucking off the charts, and his analytical brain had him thinking outside the box even at the oddest of times.
Like now, I could feel him tapping his finger on the tip of my clit.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, squirming.
“Typing out Morse code on your clit.” He chuckled. “I like the way it keeps me from getting too excited. Usually I do this when I want to make sure that I control myself when I’m in the throes of breaking a code. It’s to keep my excitement at bay to keep me from making mistakes.”
“You won’t make a mistake,” I assured him. “You’re doing great. And I swear to God, you’re making me want to crawl out of my skin.”
I was just about to continue, but his chuckle had me stilling.
Just before I opened my mouth to ask him something else, to confront his chuckle, he pulled me backward.
