“Your sister died?” The question rushes out before I can stop myself.
“Yeah, baby, she did. Hailey was my twin sister. Died from leukemia as a kid. Since then there’s always been a large void inside me. One that has allowed demons to fester and eat away at my soul. That is until this past week. This fact dawned on me earlier tonight. Not once has that happened. Same goes for the one night I had you under me,” Hunter says, slowly making his way across the room, straight to where I stood at the end of his bed.
The very same bed I’ve longed to be in yet dreaded the thought of. To be in his bed would mean repercussions, though I don’t know what those would be yet.
Right now, I’m more confused than ever. Hunter’s being gentle with me. Sharing personal things about his life with me.
I can’t help but wonder if this is due to what he knows about my past. If he knew the true horrors of my past it’d make him cringe away in horror.
Not even Connors or Jordan know the depths of pain I endured growing up at my father’s hand.
Clearing my throat, I do my best to keep the tears and memories at bay. “You don’t mean that,” I whisper.
“Why wouldn’t I, Dimples? Do you prefer me being harsh to you? Is that what you want?” To answer Hunter’s questions, I shake my head in denial. I didn’t want any of that, but I didn’t want him to lie to me either by being nice to me for no reason, when I don’t deserve his kindness.
“Baby, I’m gonna show you tonight what you are to me. What you’ll always be to me. I felt it that first time when you gave me your virginity.” My eyes widen and I open my mouth to protest but Hunter moves quickly, stopping me by placing a finger over my lips. “Don’t deny it, Annslee. I know you felt it as much as I did and it fuckin’ scared the hell out of you. Scared you so much you ran from my bed the first chance you got. So much more to the point you couldn’t face me, let alone tell me we had a kid. I’m betting this has to do with your past. Fearing that because I was a man, I’d punish you. Clue in, Dimples, not every man is like the fucked-up men you grew up around.”
With that said, Hunter doesn’t give me a chance to give him a response. Instead I find his mouth latched to my own, our tongues mingling in a dance, I’ve only ever experienced with him.
Moaning into his mouth, Hunter takes this as encouragement to deepen the kiss further at the same time moving us until he has me lying on my back in his bed. My mind completely muffles with each sensation his touch gives me.
Hunter lifts his head breaking the kiss long enough to look down at me. “From tonight, Dimples, your mine. You stay in here with me. We’re going to see this out. The two of us together. No more hiding from me. No keeping yourself reclusive from life. Whatever comes our way, I got you. No one will ever hurt you again. Not if I can help it.” And just like that my heart becomes his in an instant.
He might not have said it but he knew. Knew about my past.
Giving him a single nod in response, Hunter returns this by smiling a radiant smile I’ve only ever seen him give Melody and our son.
Yeah, he definitely has stolen my heart.
“Gonna have you now, baby, you good with that?”
“Yes,” I murmur, nodding while trying to find my brain cells that he’s scattered everywhere.
“Good,” he chuckles, probably sensing what he does to me. “Close your eyes, Annslee, I want you to keep them shut and just feel what I do to your body. Feel the goodness that is between the two of us, the connection we share. It’s not just about us having a kid together. It’s about the soul baring sensation that draws you to me and vice versa.”
Talk about swoon worthy.
If I weren’t already in his bed, lying down, I would have buckled at the knees.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to feel every sensation Hunter gives me. Each kiss along my jaw, down my neck. The way his hands slide under my shirt lifting it until it’s completely removed from my body. Leaving me in my bra.
My arms jerk to try and cover myself only to have him grip my wrist. “Don’t cover yourself, baby. Never think you can’t show me all of you,” he rasps, his breath so close between my breasts.
Moaning, I’m unable to stop my body from reacting.
“Keep your hands above your head, Annslee,” Hunter commands, releasing my wrists after placing them against the bed, bent directly above my head.
“Oh–okay,” I stutter.
“Remember, baby, keep your eyes closed and feel.” Nodding at Hunter’s reminder, my breathing becomes hindered as he runs his hands along my bare arms to my shoulders, one moving up to cup my neck in a gentle way while he uses the other to draw one of my breasts from its bra cup. “Fuckin’ love these, Annslee,” he murmurs.
“Mhmm,” moaning my body jerks toward Hunter when his tongue flicks against my nipple. “Hunter.”
“Right here, Dimples, just lie back and feel every little thing I do to this gorgeous as fuck body,” Hunter rasps, his voice going gravelly.
With slow torturous motions, Hunter takes his time lavishing one nipple then the other while his hand at my neck stays firmly in place, the tips of his fingers at my pulse.
Something about the way he does this seems so right. He’d done this the last time as well, but that time he’d placed his hand there after sinking inside
