by Marie Force
“I like to be in charge, and with you …” He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. “Just touching you like this was like lighting a live fuse. It’s never happened that fast before.”
“Would you ever hurt me in any way?”
He blanched, his eyes widening and his mouth moving silently. “No,” he said softly. “Not in a million years would I ever hurt you. I just don’t want to scare you by showing you how crazy you make me.”
“You make me pretty crazy, too.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded and again pulled on his T-shirt, urging him to take it off, which he did, revealing a lanky, muscular chest covered with just the right amount of soft dark hair. His abs were ripped and well defined, which came as a surprise.
“Do all accountants have such impressive abs?”
He snorted out a laugh. “How the hell would I know?”
“You must work out a lot.”
“I do wilderness survival training with my brothers, so I have to work out just about every day in the gym I have in my basement so they don’t show me up when we train.”
“God forbid.”
“Exactly.”
Megan bent over him and kissed his neck, throat and chest, making a path to those impressive abs that rippled under her lips.
He buried his fingers in her hair, tightening them into fists as she moved farther down, following the trail of dark hair that led to the waistband of his jeans. “Megan …”
“Maybe if we take the edge off, you won’t be so scary with this loss-of-control issue you seem to have.” As she spoke, all the reasons she’d thought it was a bad idea to get involved with him were swept away on a wave of desire so strong she could barely breathe for wanting him. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down to reveal silk boxers that made her laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You’re classy right down to the silk boxers.”
“Haven’t you ever felt silk against your most important parts?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
He caressed her face. “We’ll have to rectify that. Immediately. Then you won’t be laughing.”
“You’re going to buy me underwear?”
“Sweetheart, I’m going to buy you silk underwear. Only the best.”
“I’ll look forward to that.” She kissed his stomach, working her way from one side to the other and then back down to where his cock strained against dark silk. “Will you promise me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“That no matter what we do here, you won’t think less of me because of it.”
“I could never think less of you for wanting to be with me this way. I feel like all the best fantasies I’ve ever had are happening right in front of me. How could I ever think less of you?”
“I don’t do this sort of thing. At least not anymore.”
“I know. You told me, and I believed you. Trust me, if you’d been with anyone else in the last couple of years, I would’ve known. I’ve been a little … obsessed.”
Megan smiled widely. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Not like a stalker or anything … It hadn’t come to that. Yet.”
She loved that he made her laugh, he made her hot and he made her courageous all at the same time.
“We could stop right now, and that would be fine, too,” he said. “I’d be quite content if I got to hold you while you sleep.”
“Would you?”
He nodded.
“But wouldn’t this make it difficult for you to sleep?” She caressed his hard length, dragging the silky fabric back and forth until he was pressing desperately against her palm. Then she raised the waistband up and over, leaving it to rest on his shaft.
“Christ, Megan. You’re making me feel like a horny teenager.”
Pushing her hand inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked while bending over him to run her tongue around the head. “Did anyone do this for you when you were a horny teenager?”
“I wish,” he said with a pained laugh.
Megan wished she were doing this for the first time with him. She wished she’d saved herself for a man who appreciated her the way he did. Back then, she’d been so out of control, so determined to outrun the relentless pain that always came rushing back the minute she was left alone again with her own thoughts.
“What’re you thinking?”
She looked up at him. “That I wish I’d never done this before so you could be my first.”
“I’ll be the first one who matters.”
Snagged in his adoring gaze, Megan had trouble looking away. Then he surged in her hand, harder than he’d been before, reminding her of what she’d started. Reluctantly, she dropped her eyes and tried to show him what his kindness had meant to her.
She drew him in, pushing his underwear down as she went. As he bumped against the back of her throat, she squeezed the base with her hand and swirled her tongue around the head.
“Holy shit,” he said, hissing as he throbbed and lengthened in her mouth. He fisted tight handfuls of her hair, holding on tight as she withdrew and then took him deep again, cupping his balls with her free hand. “Megan …”
“Hmm?” As she let her lips vibrate against his cock, she absolutely loved that she’d made Hunter Abbott swear.
“Fuck. Stop. If you don’t want me to …”
She didn’t stop. Rather she stepped up her game, sucking and stroking and licking until his hips lifted off the bed and he came with a groan that echoed through his body and into her mouth. Megan swallowed and stroked him gently until he sagged back into the mattress, seeming totally spent. She cleaned him up with her tongue, kissing her way up to his stomach, which quivered violently under her lips.
His arms came around her, holding her head to his chest, his breathing deep and strained, his heart beating rapidly. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
She’d never had a guy thank her for doing that before. “Figures you’re polite, even in bed.”
“Especially in bed.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t get down and dirty, too.”
“Oh really? Do tell.”
“I’d rather show. Just give me a minute to recover, and then it’s on.”
Megan closed her eyes, smiling at the promise she heard in his voice. “Mmm, can’t wait.”
Hunter’s mind—among other things—was completely blown. She’d rocked his entire universe with what she’d done, but watching her do it … That had been the single most erotic moment of his life. He’d relive it over and over again. And now, with her warm soft body curled up to his, his cock cradled between her breasts, all he wanted was more of her.
“Are you tired?” It was now after midnight, and she’d been up since the crack of dawn to work the breakfast shift.
“Not as tired as I should be.” To make her point, she dragged her breasts up over his chest, sending a surge of lust to his recently satisfied cock.
He tucked her hair behind her ears. “What time did you get up yesterday?”
“Five. Same time I’m always up—even on days off. My internal alarm goes off at the same time every day.”
“Well, that kind of sucks.”
“You know it. On Mondays, when I get to sleep in, I never make it past five.”
His hands moved down her back until he was cupping her ass cheeks. “Maybe you just need to be properly worn out.”
“Right. Like working eight hours a day doesn’t do that?”
“You work too hard.”
She shrugged. “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Like what?”
“Your writing, for one thing. Me, for another.”
“You?” she said, laughing. “Doing you is better than working. I’ll give you that.”
“Wow, thanks. Nic
est compliment I’ve ever received.”
Her quiet laughter made him smile as a wave of contentment unlike anything he’d ever experienced had him wishing this night at the Pig’s Belly would last forever.
“If the sale of the diner goes through, I’d like to make it so you have to work less than you do now.”
She raised her head, propping her chin on the hand she laid flat on his chest. “Why would you do that?”
“So you’ll have more time to write and work on things that truly matter to you. And selfishly, so you can spend time with me. If you want to, that is.”
“I’d like that. This has been the best night.”
“For me, too, and not just because of the fantasy-suite portion of the program. I like talking to you as much as I like being able to touch you and kiss you and make you moan.”
“Is there anyone who’s going to be heartbroken over you being here with me?”
“Disappointed maybe, but not heartbroken. And I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t already ended anything else that matters before I went out with you.” He put his arms around her.
“So you ended something to go out with me?”
“Something casual.”
“But you ended it because of me?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
Her smile did amazing things for her entire face, making her glow with the kind of happiness he’d never seen from her before. “I wish I’d known, Hunter. All that time you felt this way, and I never knew.”
“You weren’t ready to know. Until Will met Cameron, and you accepted it wasn’t going to happen with him, you wouldn’t have given me a chance.”
“No,” she said, sighing, “I wouldn’t have, and how foolish that seems now.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is right here. Right now. And you were well worth the wait.” With her kiss-swollen lips hovering just above his, Hunter wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming this whole thing. “You totally took control of things just now and made me your bitch.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“You seem awfully proud of yourself.”
“With good reason.”
He tightened his arms around her and turned them so he was on top. “Now it’s my turn.” Gazing down at her, he touched his lips to hers. “After this, after tonight … You’re mine. You know that, don’t you?”
Her expression was impossible to read. “What does that mean exactly?”
“It means that you’re not doing this with anyone but me.” He pressed his cock against the V of her legs to make his point. “It means that I feel possessive where you’re concerned, and not in a creepy way, but in a caring way. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the one who makes you happy.” Hunter’s heart pounded with anxiety and fear as he waited to hear what she would say.
“I can live with that. And P.S., I don’t want to do this with anyone but you.”
“Damn straight you don’t.”
“I wasn’t expecting our resident mild-mannered accountant to be so alpha.”
“Don’t let the pocket protector deceive you. Next order of business … I had a physical two months ago, and I’m totally safe. I can show you the report from Dr. Edwards if you want to see it.”
“I believe you.”
“What about you?”
“I’m safe because I haven’t had sex in ten years, but I’m not on birth control if that’s what you’re asking me.”
“It is. Since we intend for this to be an entirely monogamous relationship, how would you feel about rectifying that in the next little while?”
“I might be convinced. You’re already calling this a relationship, huh?”
“Hell yes I am. I finally have the woman I’ve craved in my arms and in my bed—”
“I’m actually in the Pig’s bed.”
“With the big bad wolf,” he said with an exaggerated growl that made her laugh. “If that’s not a relationship, I don’t know what is.”
“I …” Her brows furrowed, and she bit her bottom lip adorably.
Hunter kissed her, forcing her to release her abused lip. “What? Just say it. Whatever you’re thinking, I want to know.”
She looked up at him with those amazing sky-blue eyes, and he knew he wanted to see them every day for the rest of his life. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this relationship business. I’ve never done it before.”
“We’ll figure it out together. I haven’t done it in a long time, and none of the others mattered the way you do, so there’s no comparison.”
“Why do I matter so much?”
“I can’t explain why I feel the way I do when I look at you. I only know I’ve never felt this way before about anyone else. And I have a sneaking suspicion I wouldn’t ever feel this way about anyone but you.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“No pressure. I promise.”
She raised a brow that called him out on his shit.
He grinned. “Okay, maybe a little pressure,” he said, pressing his cock against her rhythmically. “But only the good kind.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“If you say so. Right now, what I am mostly is dying from wanting to make love to you.”
“I’m not saying no.”
“We don’t have any condoms.”
“Don’t all guys have at least one in their wallet, especially a guy who’s as ruthlessly organized as you are?”
“Chalk it up to a rare case of unpreparedness. I thought we were having dinner. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this night unfolding the way it has.”
“Your wildest dreams need to get a little wilder.”
“Clearly,” he said with a snort of laughter.
She tapped on his shoulder. “Let me up.”
“Do I have to?”
“Just for a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“All right,” he said reluctantly as he moved off her and propped his head on his hand to watch her get up. Bare except for the thong that left her gorgeous ass on full display as she walked into the bathroom, she was so fucking sexy. Long and lean and toned … His mouth watered in anticipation of all the many ways he planned to express his desire for her.
“Ah-ha,” she said from the bathroom. “The Pig doesn’t disappoint.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask …”
If the back view of her had been amazing, the front side was jaw-dropping as she emerged from the bathroom, her luscious breasts bobbing as she moved, her light pink nipples requiring his full attention until she revealed the strip of condoms she’d been hiding behind her back. “Along with toothbrushes, toothpaste, razors, shaving cream and anything else we might need.”
“They stock the bathrooms with condoms. Get out of here.”
She made a feint toward the door. “Okay, I’m going.”
“Don’t you dare! Get your sexy ass over here, and bring your new friends.”
Laughing, she crossed the room and fell into his outstretched arms. Their lips came together in a kiss that could only be called epic—tongues and teeth and hands … Everywhere he could reach. He wanted to devour her and rock her world so thoroughly that she’d never have a reason to look at any other man for the rest of her life.
A tall order for any guy, but Hunter was up to the challenge as he broke the kiss and arranged her under him. He took the condoms from her, pleased to see there were six of them. That might be enough for what he had in mind. “Hands over your head.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes big and round, her lips puffy and damp from their kisses, but she did as he directed.
CHAPTER 13
Hunter focused on the spot on her neck where her pulse throbbed and ran his tongue over it, reveling in the knowledge that she was excited and ready for whatever he might ask of her. “Hold on to the headboard if you need to, but your hands stay there, okay?”
She licked her lips, and
that slight movement of her tongue made his dick harder than it had ever been—and they were just getting started.
“Anytime you say the word stop, we stop. But if you say it, make sure you mean it, because it’s game off. Got me?”
Wrapping her fingers around the iron bars that made up the headboard, she nodded.
“Are you comfortable?”
Her legs moved restlessly, which made her breasts bounce. “For the most part.”
“Where are you uncomfortable?”
“You know!”
He cupped her mound, pressing his fingers between her folds. “Here?”
Megan lifted her hips. “Yes.”
Hunter teased her for a full minute, loving the way she moved almost desperately against his fingers. “We’ll come back to that.”
“Ugh, that’s not nice.”
“Oh, baby, I’m going to be so nice to you.”
“Yeah, yeah. So far all I’m getting is a lot of talk.”
“I love that saucy mouth of yours.” Hunter cupped her breasts and sucked her nipple into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth.
She went wild under him, which made him want to skip over all the preliminaries and go straight to the main event. Instead, he gave the other side the same attention before moving down to place strategic kisses on her belly, making a straight line to her core, kissing her through the strip of satin that covered her. The scent of her desire and the knowledge that she was so wet for him tested the fragile hold he had on his control.
Even though he’d warned her, he didn’t want to scare her or turn her off by acting like a rutting beast the first time he made love to her. Thank goodness she’d taken the edge off with the incredible blow job. Otherwise, he’d be out of his mind by now. With his thumbs under the strings around her hips, he eased her panties down her legs and discarded them behind him. Placing his hands on her knees, he spread her legs apart.
Other than a thin strip of pale blonde hair, she was bare before him.
She lifted her hips off the bed, all but begging him to do something. “Hunter …”
“I’m here, sweetheart. Just admiring the incredible view.”
“Stop looking and start doing.”
