Page 12 of Heartless Summer
“Of course I did, because it’s the truth. You know that, baby. I love you more than life itself and tell you all the time.”
That’s one of the things I adore about him. He’s always been so open with his affection. He’s never played games with me or with my heart.
When I remain silent, he continues. “You were right about Hannah.” Guilt flickers across his expression as he mutters, “I should have listened to you. Maybe if I had, this wouldn’t have happened and totally ruined our night. I’m really sorry.”
“You didn’t ruin anything.” I huff out a breath as my shoulders loosen. “Maybe I should have stuck around to talk to you instead of jumping to conclusions.”
He takes another step toward me as his eyes darken. “I get why you were upset. If I saw another guy kissing you, even touching you, I’d be pissed. So, yeah…I get it.”
Needing to change the way this night has ended, my fingers settle at the hem of my tank top, dragging it up my body and over my head before dropping it to the carpet at my feet.
A groan slips free as his gaze drops to my breasts. Ever since we’ve gotten together, Hunter has been obsessed with my boobs. I consider them a secret weapon as far as he’s concerned.
In the blink of an eye, he swallows up the distance between us before scooping me up into his arms and crossing the room until he can reach the bed. Gently, he sets me down before straightening to his full height.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” I say automatically.
As soon as his lips crash onto mine, I open so his tongue can delve inside to tangle with my own. He toys with my mouth untilI’m breathless and squirming, ready to come unraveled. There are times when Hunter kisses me and it feels like he’s trying to consume every single ounce of my being.
This is one of them.
“I can’t believe you would ever think I’d look at another girl,” he murmurs, licking and nipping a fiery trail over the curve of my chin and down the column of my throat until he arrives at my chest.
He’s right. I was being stupid and jealous. I know that he loves me. He tells me all the time. More than that, he shows me with everything he does and every decision he makes.
Hunter is always thinking about me.
About us.
And our future.
Every thought swirling through my head dissolves as his mouth settles over one breast before sucking the stiff peak into his mouth. His fingers rise to stroke the other little bud. The way he touches my body drives me crazy.
Even though we were each other’s firsts, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He understands how to elicit the most pleasure. I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel the way he does.
My fingers tunnel through his short, thick hair, attempting to pull him closer. Just when it feels like I’ll lose it, he releases me with a soft pop before sliding to the other one and giving it the same ardent attention until I’m twisting beneath him.
“Hunter, please,” I whimper.
He lifts his head to meet my heavy-lidded gaze. “What do you need, baby?”
“You. I need you.”
“Want me to take off the panties?”
“Yes.” The moment I agree, his hand trails along my ribcage and belly, sinking lower until he can stroke the seam of my lips through the thin cotton.
“You’re fucking soaked.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks as he points out my arousal. “Because of you.”
“Better only be because of me,” he growls.
“You know it is.” He’s the only guy I’ve ever looked at, thought of, or dreamed about.
He grunts before slipping his fingers inside the elastic band and lowering my underwear down my hips, then my thighs until I’m completely bared to him.
