Page 43 of Reforming Hunt
Hunt’s eyes narrowed. For the longest moment, he didn’t say anything. And then his leg shifted ever so slightly between her thighs.
She sucked in a breath. “Hunt.”
His eyes darkened and sparks ping-ponged between them. Why did the man have to be so sexy?
“You know,” he said idly, touching the edge of her lip with a lightly callused finger, “we could consummate this marriage. Make it official.”
Her chest fluttered, despite all the reasons it should stop acting stupid and keep itself cool. “That would complicate things.” No way was she mentioning her real fear. The one where she fell for the handsome player who was merely doing her a favor and helping her out of a tough situation.
“It’s really the right thing to do, if you consider it,” he said. “If the grandparents ever suspect our marriage is fake, they can’t say it isn’t legitimate, and you and Noah will be safe.”
“True,” she said. “But then we’d have to deal with the aftermath of having sex.”
He raised an eyebrow. “There’s an aftermath?”
“Yes. We might want to do it again. And we’re not in a real relationship.”
“Hmm…” His gaze was on her chest and moving lower. “I’m willing to take a chance if you are.”
She didn’t respond, because her brain had locked in a hormone haze.
He leaned down and touched his lips to hers, softer than he had at the chapel. He cupped the side of her head, giving her ample time to pull away.
That infernal leg nudged between hers ever so slightly, and he kissed her again. This time, it was a real kiss, with genuine passion behind it, sending her into a lust spiral.
Abby wrapped her arms around Hunt’s broad shoulders and kissed him back.
He didn’t rush things and take advantage, but his hand wandered slowly, leaving a wake of fire in its path.
Hunt dragged his lips down her neck, his fingers grazing over her nipple until she thought she would lose her mind. Finally, he palmed her breast, and her body arched.
He slid her T-shirt up. “Okay?”
They weregetting to knoweach other. That was good, right?
Abby raised her arms, and off went her T-shirt, leaving her breasts bared.
Hunt took in a deep breath and touched the underside of one breast, kissing the top at the same time. “You’re a beautiful woman, Abby. Have I mentioned that?”
His large leg was still between hers, and her eyes were going crossed with the double stimulation of his mouth and hand on her breast, and his leg nudging ever so often the apex of her sex. “Uh, I don’t think so.”
Could a woman climax from a minute of touching? Because she was beginning to feel flutters of an orgasm, and she’d swear she was close. This was what happened when you didn’t have sex for an ice age. “Maybe we should stop.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“I don’t want to have sex.” Even if her body was calling out to him, a part of her brain was clear enough to know some boundaries. Not many, clearly, but some.
He lifted his head. “No sex, then. How about I pleasure you?”
Her eyes widened. “Um,” she said, and he smiled.
“When you think about it, it’s my job. You know, as your husband.”
Her jaw dropped.
“What?” he said, a lock of soft brown hair brushing his forehead. “This is the least I can do for my new wife.”
“You’re crazy, Hunt Cade.”
