Page 50 of Hooked
I waited in the living room for him nervously. My heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I paced back and forth, my head swimming with doubts and worries. Because as excited as I was to see Hunter, Madison had sure done her best to poison this night for me.
A few minutes later, the familiar growl of a powerful sports car announced Hunter's arrival.
Knock knock.
At my door was Hunter Rockwell, dressed in another one of his exquisite suits.
“Honor. Wow,” he breathed, looking tongue-tied.
“Hi Hunter! Come in!”
He stepped in and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “You're gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” I asked, unsure. Madison's toxic tongue had left me shell-shocked.
“God, yes.”
“You look handsome yourself, Hunter.”
His eyes fell and stole a glimpse at my breasts. “Wow.” Hunter pressed me up against the wall, his hands pawing at my waist, his eyes slaving at the sight of my cleavage. “Honor …”
“Hunter!” I lifted his chin and made him look me in the eye. But secretly? I liked the attention. I'd worn this dress for that reason, after all.
Hunter shook his head, as if to regain himself, and took a step back. He turned back into the gentleman I wanted him to be—even though I could tell that was thelastthing on his mind right now.
“So, we've got a 6:00 reservation at Palace Arms,” he said. “You'll love it there. But we should probably get going.”
“That sounds great,” I said.
But I didn't want him to leave mejustyet. I ran my hand down his perfectly-pressed shirt, gliding my fingers over the mountains of muscle that lay just beneath.
Hunter pressed himself against me, his breath hot and deep on my neck.
“I've been thinking about youallday, Honor,” he growled into my ear. “Having you on top of me on the ice? In front of everybody? That was so hot … I wanted to kiss you.”
“That'd be bad,” I whimpered. “Verybad.”
“You got me all worked up, babe.”
“Hm,” I giggled. “Show me what you wanted to do.”
He cupped my face delicately with his big hands and gave me a deep kiss. This time, I wasn't wrought with guilt—instead I let myselfenjoy the velvety caress of his lips. I gave him my mouth, my tongue. Each kiss was a deliciousfuck youto Madison, and we feasted on the forbidden tension the two of us had been building in secret.
But with a quick breath and a moment of clarity, I managed to press my palms into Hunter's chest and force him back.
“We have dinner reservations,” I gasped. I hiked up the arm of his suit jacket and showed him his watch. “See? We're going to be late.”
But Hunter was after me again, his hands sliding hungrily up and down my sides and lightly traipsing over my waist. “I want you so goddamned bad, Honor.”
His words were like a spell—and I couldn't resist. I reached between his legs and discovered that he was already growing hard. I grabbed his arousal through his trousers and massaged him.
“Oh, Honor …” Hunter grew stiffer from my touch, but the rest of him went weak.
“You like that?” I asked, giving him my eyes. I gripped him tighter and tugged harder.
“God, yeah.” Hunter swallowed tensely. “Where's your roommates?”
“Out,” I replied. “But …”The reservation!
