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“Tell me that again,” he growled.
My heart danced with joy, and I wrapped my fingers through his hair, making sure his blue eyes were securely clasped on to mine as I uttered the words that would forever transform our relationship.
“I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered.
In one swift motion, Hunter plunged inside of me and consumed my mouth with his own as he began to slowly move his hips. Delicately, not angry this time.
I moaned and arched my back, inciting a growl from Hunter’s throat as he pulled back and looked down at me once more.
“I’ve already fallen, Luna,” he said, moving his hips steadily, methodically. He rolled his lower body, swirling over that sweet spot of nerves as he held my gaze, letting our words settle into our souls.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.
The backs of my eyes stung, realizing this was what true love felt like. Like everything. All-consuming. Happiness, strength, and vulnerability, all mingled together in a heavenly way.
I wasn’t just falling for him, either. I’d already fallen, too. I loved this man with my whole soul.
Hunter really began to move, watching my face as he hit all the right spots, watching me come undone beneath him over and over again. His hands roamed over my body, his mouth exploring my breasts as he slowed himself down—I suspected to keep himself from crashing over the edge sooner than he wanted.
Even the slow weight of his hips pressed against mine couldn’t stop the tsunami of pleasure that kept crashing around him repeatedly.
We made love three times before finally surrendering to exhaustion, wrapped in each other’s arms on the floor of the great room.
CHAPTER46
Luna
“What’s it like? Living in a mansion?”
Beneath my ear, Hunter’s heart beat in a perfect rhythm. We were lying nude on the rug, the fireplace dwindling after hours of lovemaking. The logs kept spitting, like they were just as exhausted as we were, and the smell of sex blended with the smoky scent of the wood.
“You’ve been staying here,” he said with a hint of amusement, trailing his fingers down my bare back.
“Yeah, but, to me, it feels like a temporary getaway. What’s it like, having so much living space?”
Hunter seemed to consider this. “The bigger the place, the more rooms that are empty. The bigger the reminder that you’re alone.”
I traced my fingernails along his chest. “Why do you live here if it makes you sad?”
Drawing in a long inhale, Hunter’s rising chest lifted my head before he slowly released a deep, resounding breath.
“This is the only tangible connection to my father I have left. I kept everything the same in this house for the longest time, but then, during a particularly dark period of my life, I had a massive renovation done. I convinced myself that if this place looked different, all the memories of him would hurt less, because they wouldn’t smack me in the face every time I turned around.”
“Why were you going through a dark period?” I asked.
Hunter trailed his fingers up and down my back three times as he stared pensively at the grand room ceiling.
“My whole life has been one long, dark period, Luna.” The sadness in his tone made my stomach wrench in empathy. “It’s just that sometimes, the dark is so oppressive, you can’t see anything past it.”
My throat swelled at the despair lurking beneath the surface, hiding, but always there to take him down.
When I first met Hunter, I thought he had everything together. His wealth, his looks, blogs tripping over themselves to try to get his attention. So did the ladies and anyone else who thirsted for him or for his wealth or power, for that matter. It never crossed my mind that inside, he might be hurting just as badly as I had been. Maybe even more so.
“But I suppose,” Hunter continued, “that particular time in my life was especially hard, because I had a private investigator come back after a six-month investigation with absolutely no more information on my father’s killer.”
Oh gosh, I knew exactly what it felt like to hit dead end after dead end with my father’s case, too. It was a brutal torture to keep pushing, because the only way to keep pushing was to keep hope alive, no matter how many times it nearly perished.
“I felt hopeless that I would ever get to the bottom of what really happened to my father,” Hunter continued, “and I was trapped in this house with his memories haunting me everywhere I looked. Just like my brothers had warned me could happen when I insisted on buying our home after Mom died. I thought about selling this place, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just wanted to hurt less. So, I settled for a renovation.”
