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Scarlett stays on her knees, her head now turned away from me, shielding her eyes.
I stand there and look at her, waiting for some type of reaction. She always leaves the room first when we’re done. Immediately after I leave her body, she stands up and walks out the door without looking back.
This time though, she stays in her kneeled position, with her knees tucked against her stomach.
I loathe the way she looks right now. Like she’s curled into herself and processing something terrible that just happened to her.
I wish I had the right to go to her. To gather her in my arms and push her head into my neck. To say I’m sorry for the things I do to her. To comfort her the way a man comforts the woman he loves.
Instead, I do as she wishes and leave. This time, I’m the one walking out first, and it feels wrong. My heart demands I go back inside and force my comfort on her. But my legs carry me downstairs, picking up my discarded shirt in the hallway, not bothering to put it on before I walk out the front door.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Caterina
Sweeping my leg out, I manage to take Hunter to the floor. A smirk curls my lips as I stand over him with my hands on my hips, one foot planted on either side of him.
A squeak escapes me, followed by a throaty laugh when I’m grabbed by my waist and flipped. My body tenses, waiting for the impact of the floor to jar me, but I should have known better. My back gently meets the padded floor and within a second, Hunter’s straddling my waist. His face hovers a couple of inches above me, his fisted hands beside my head.
His dark hair, damp with sweat, falls over his forehead. The light scruff on his face, along with the proud look in his eyes, has my breath stuttering in my throat. He is without a doubt the sexiest man I have ever met.
“I finally got you,” I say, smiling up at him.
His white teeth flash as he grins. “You sure did, baby.” Doing a half push up, he places a kiss against my lips. “You’re getting better every day. Before long, I’ll be no match for you.”
I snort. Hunter and I have sparred for years, and while I have gotten better, he’s delusional if he thinks I’ll ever be as good as him. He grew up fighting on the streets. It was necessary for him to learn if he wished to survive. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, but we both know I’ll never be a match for you.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure the kick you gave my thigh earlier will leave a hellacious bruise.”
Nowthathas me rolling my eyes. Hunter doesn’t bruise.
With my hands around his shoulders, I tunnel my fingers through his hair and pull his head down until his lips meet mine. I moan into the kiss, our tongues sliding together, and he matches the sound with a groan. I lift my hips, pressing my pelvis into the V of his legs.
Our moment is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. With a muted growl against my mouth, he yanks his lips away. He lifts his head, a scowl narrowing his eyes as he stares at the stairs leading from the basement. Using his fists to leverage himself, he leaps up and extends a hand to assist me. He yanks hard enough for me to fall into his arms once I’m on my feet, where he presses another hard kiss against my lips.
“I’ll change out the clothes in the washer and then make us a quick lunch,” I tell him.
“Sounds good.”
Walking up the stairs ahead of him, I laugh when he lightly smacks my ass when he leaves me in the laundry room. I transfer the sheets to the dryer before reloading the washer with clothes. Having it grilled into my head as a child from my mother, I always check pockets before I wash clothes. Hunter never leaves anything in his pockets, so I’m surprised to find something soft inside a pair of slacks. Frowning, I pull out the material. When I realize it’s a thong, the pants fall from my hands.
A wave of nausea nearly causes me to heave as I feel my heart drop to my stomach.
Why are they in his pocket? Where did they come from? And to whom do they belong? All questions a woman would ask herself. All questions that point in the same direction. Hunter is having an affair.
The mere thought of that makes my chest feel like it’s being clawed open and my heart gouged out.
It can’t be true. There’s no way Hunter, my beloved husband, is seeing another woman.
Touching her.
Kissing her.
Making love to her.
Whispering sweet words in her ear.
Making her body light on fire like he makes mine.
