Page 44 of Reforming Hunt
“You married me, Abby Cade.”
Did that have to sound so sexy and possessive?
She reached up and kissed him. Hard.
Hunt shifted, removing his leg, and she nearly whimpered in regret. “Just getting into a better position,” he said, and touched the inside of her thigh with his warm palm.
There went the flutters, her abdomen contracting. This wouldn’t take long. And was having an orgasm with your husband really such a bad thing? “More,” she murmured.
Hunt kissed her, gripping her hip, his massive erection against her leg indicating his arousal. And then his mouth trailed over the swell of her breast.
He tongued her nipple and slid his hand beneath her shorts, caressing up and down the crease between her thigh and her sex, not quite touching any of the good parts.
He was killing her.
Abby ran a hand down Hunt’s bared chest, momentarily got distracted by the ridges of his abs, and made her way to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
He froze, staying her palm. “We can’t do that or I might lose it. And Ireallydon’t want to lose it until you do, wife.”
There he went again, with the sexy fake-husband talk.
He slipped his finger between her legs, found her sex, and swirled light circles in the spot that had been shooting off sparks since she woke in his arms.
She saw stars, but thought she could hold off orgasming and embarrassing herself after only a few strokes.
Then his mouth came over her nipple and he sucked.
She lost it. Screamed. Flailed on the bed—just totally lost it.
And man, was it good.
When Abby came down to earth from the best orgasm she could remember, Hunt was kissing her chest, finding her hand and twining their fingers together. “I think I’m going to enjoy my husbandly duties. Care for another?”
She blinked, realized how far she’d allowed things to go, and couldn’t find it within herself to care. Still… “I don’t know if this was such a good idea.”
“Regrets?”
She shook her head slowly. “I should regret it, but I really, really don’t.”
He sent her a crooked grin, and her gaze dropped to his mouth.
Hunt was trouble.
Chapter 20
Abby was right. Hunt was fully committed to marriage for the sake of helping out her and Noah, but sex between them would change things. Not that it had ever changed things for him in the past, but technically, Abby was his wife. And he was really fucking attracted to her.
He hadn’t been lying. He could give her orgasm after orgasm, and die a happy man. But she was smart to keep some distance between them. He couldn’t imagine himself committed to one woman for the rest of his life, and not because he needed variety, like he told his brothers. He didn’t have luck loving women, and he’d learned that the hard way.
Hunt was helping out a woman and child in need, that was all. And, fortunately for him, she was incredibly beautiful, especially when her lips parted and she cried out her release. He might explode of sexual frustration if this was what he had to look forward to every morning, but what an incredible way to go.
Now that he knew the way she tasted and the sexy sounds she made, he wanted to pleasure Abby and sink into her body. And he didn’t imagine he’d be over it after one night, like his normal pattern. He could see himself wanting her again. Maybe a lot—like, say, every day—and then where would they be? In a relationship neither of them had chosen for the right reasons.
But this? Giving pleasure to a beautiful woman? Nope, not complicated. This was what Hunt had been born for, and there was no woman he wanted to please more than Abby.
Abby showered, and Hunt pulled his dress undershirt over his head, yanking up his suit pants. Not the most comfortable morning attire, but all he had at the moment. Which needed to change. It was time he officially moved in with Abby and Noah.
Abby exited the bathroom, rubbing her damp hair with a towel, her face flushed. “Are you hungry?”
