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“Because you’ll never agree to anything more than this if I keep giving in.”
She pressed a kiss to his chest.
“You enjoy torturing me.”
“Almost as much as I enjoy pleasuring you.” She pushed at his chest and he rolled willingly onto his side,finallygiving up control.
Chapter Seventeen
HUNTER WAS SITTING on Jana’s couch in the living room when she stumbled out of the bedroom at ten thirty the next morning wearing his shirt from the night before. She was rubbing her eyes, clearly oblivious to his presence as he watched her go up on tiptoes to reach a cup in the cabinet. Her shirt inched up revealing her bare butt. Hunter smiled. He loved her butt. As she came down on flat feet and set her cup on the counter, he realized that there was a lot more than like going on inside his chest for the rest of her, too.
She reached for the coffeepot, which he’d brewed earlier, and a second later she whipped her head around. Her gaze found him and her eyes bloomed wide.
He smiled. “Morning, beautiful.” He made no move to go to her, wanting to give her a moment to get used to seeing him there, in her living room, fully dressed and comfortable. Luckily, he kept an extra shirt or two in his truck in case he had to see a client with little warning.
“What…? You didn’t leave?”
She brought her coffee to the couch, and he pulled her down on his lap. “What kind of a welcome is that for a guy who made you happy several times last night?”
“You were a very good boy last night, but—”
He pressed his lips to hers and she returned his kiss with fervor, then suddenly pushed away.
“Don’t freak out,” he said quickly.
“You stayed over.” Panic was evident in her wide eyes and in the tenor of her voice.
“I did. Thank you for giving me what I wanted. I woke up with you in my arms for once.” He’d laid in bed with his body wrapped around her as she’d slept, and nothing had ever felt so right. Every so often she’d sigh, or make a soft sound, almost as if she were talking in her sleep, but he hadn’t been able to make out what she was saying. He’d gotten up with the sun, showered, and taken care of a few things to prepare for the day.
She tried to move from his lap, but he held her in place. “You’re not getting away that easily, not now that I have you without any distractions.”
She rolled her eyes and yawned. “What time is it?” She glanced over her shoulder toward the clock on the kitchen wall. “Oh no! I have to call Brock. He’s going to be pissed.”
He clutched her hips, keeping her in place. “I called him at six thirty and told him you wouldn’t be there.”
“Hunter! You had no right to do that. You should have woken me up.”
“You’re welcome.” He laughed, and she stewed. “He has you signed up for an exhibition match against the Plymouth Fight Club, which I almost told him you wouldn’t take part in, but I knew you’d get mad. I hate the idea of that pretty face of yours getting maimed.”
The scowl on her face didn’t soften. Hunter ignored it. “You’ll probably need to train a little extra at some point before the match. But he was cool with you missing today.”
“Yeah, I bet he wanted to kill you.” She looked away.
Hunter gently moved her chin toward him, so he could see her eyes. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. He thinks I drove you home last night because you’d had a little too much to drink and that I stayed to make sure you didn’t puke and choke on it. I told him I slept on the couch.”
She sighed. “Thank you for that.”
“I’ve got a sister. I get it.” And that brought him to the next thing he wanted to talk to her about. “I had Sky drop off your purse, and I got Marco’s number from your phone and called him. I told him that you were sick and you wouldn’t make it in today.”
“Oh my gosh. Sky knows you stayed over? And my classes? I’m in so much trouble.”
“First of all, yes, but Sky thinks I slept on the couch, too. We’ll talk about that later.” He let those words sink in despite the fact that her relieved sigh about Sky was immediately followed by a scowl. “And as far as your classes go, Marco’s taking care of canceling them. The guy was pretty cool about it, actually. He wasn’t the jerk I expected.” Marco had asked if Hunter was her brother, and he’d taken the liberty to say no, that he washer man. He wasn’t about to tell her that.
“He wasn’t pissed?” She shifted on his lap and her gaze softened.
“No. We had a nice talk.”
She bonked her forehead on his shoulder. “Oh my gosh.”
