Page 58 of Reforming Hunt
He cocked his head. “Is there really such a thing asall donewhen it’s so much fun?”
She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. “You’re awful.”
“But does it turn you on?”
She giggled and reached for a T-shirt to hide the truth. Because, yes—yes it did.
Pretty much everything this man did was a huge turn-on. She only had to look at him these days before her mind wandered to where his hands had wandered a few hours earlier.
“To be continued later,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows. He pulled on boxer briefs and a pair of gym shorts and stood. “What do you think about Noah joining me at the house today?”
The “house,” meaning the Cade mansion.
The house Hunt grew up in had to be at least ten thousand square feet. It was so far beyond anything Abby had known as a child that it might as well be in a different universe.
“Won’t you be busy?” she said.
Hunt shrugged. “He can play in the yard.”
“Oh, yes,the yard.” Abby smiled. “Also known as the half-acre groomed garden that surrounds the mansion, complete with a two-story log cabin tree house.”
“It’s where I used to hide out. Can’t blame Noah for his excellent taste.”
“Are you sure, though?” she said, more serious. “He won’t get in the way?”
Hunt wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Noah’s my bud. We’ll hang. I won’t be there long. Just need to check in on a few things. We’re fortunate. Lewis had so many guys available after his project was postponed that we’ll be moving in soon. I want to make sure everything’s ready before we do. Besides, if I keep Noah occupied, my wife will be nice and rested when I get home.” His voice took on a low rumble.
He was impossible. She couldn’t say no to him when he talked to her in that deep, sexy voice. And yet she’d never be docile the way she had with Noah’s father.
Abby had let Trevor call the shots in their relationship, believing his wealth and upbringing made him superior. But she’d been wrong. She nearly lost everything after Trevor died. Which was why she had immediately gone back to school at the local college as soon as Hunt moved in. She’d never be dependent on a man again.
Abby wanted a partner. Unfortunately, Hunt had become the perfect partner, asking for her opinion about the house remodel and deferring to her taste. He never dictated, and he loved on her like there was no tomorrow. What was she going to do?
“Why do I get the feeling you’re giving me time alone for self-serving purposes?” she said, attempting to keep things light.
“Because I am?” He urged her close, her body flush with his.
Abby’s eyes widened. “How are you hard after we just had sex?”
“I told you.” He brushed a lock of hair off her cheek and ran his lips across her skin. “You inspire me.”
“Only inspire?” she said, her thoughts drifting into brain-fog territory.
“I might like you a little.” Hunt hesitated and pulled away, looking distracted.
A stupid flutter of excitement ran through her. It was too much to ask that Hunt’s feelings for her had grown the way hers had for him. He’d already given her so much as it was. So she went for a teasing tone instead. “Just a little?”
“A lot.” He sent her a look. “Abby, this is the first serious relationship I’ve had in a very long time.”
Relationship. Not just an agreement. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t have a good track record when it comes to loving women.”
He might as well have poured cold water over her head. Which was why she needed to remember all she’d lost the last time she fell in love.
She didn’t know if Noah’s grandparents had a legal right to her son, but she wasn’t risking it. Which was why she’d married Hunt to begin with. And she had to keep that focus.
Abby must have revealed some of her mental freak-out, because Hunt said, “I won’t hurt you.”
