Page 55 of Reforming Hunt
But Abby didn’t find Hunt waiting up, and Noah wasn’t in his bed.
Hunt was sprawled asleep across the couch, one leg supporting his weight on the floor, his head tipped back against the couch arm. And Noah was splayed on top of him, mouth open, his back to Hunt’s front. Hunt’s arm lay across Noah’s middle, protectively supporting her son even in sleep.
Abby breathed in and let out a controlled exhale. The breathing should have kept her calm, but tears welled to her eyes anyway. Noah cuddled up with Hunt was the closest thing she’d ever seen to her son with a father figure, and a light choking sound escaped her throat.
Hunt blinked his eyes open. Confusion filled his face, and then his gaze landed on Abby. A dark, possessive look crossed his eyes before he glanced down, seemingly surprised to find Noah asleep on top of him.
In one smooth motion, Hunt stood and cradled Noah in his arms. He silently carried Noah to the back of the house.
Abby kicked off her shoes and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. She needed to clear her head. The adorable scene with Hunt and Noah would not dictate her decision to take things further with Hunt.
Fine, it was swaying her.
She’d never seen her son love a man the way he loved Hunt. And Abby couldn’t blame Noah, because she was half in love with Hunt too.
Hunt returned to the living room rubbing his rumpled hair. “Everything okay?” He stretched his back and yawned.
Abby set her glass on the counter and walked over. “Noah asleep?”
“Passed out.” He smiled abashedly. “I guess I passed out too. Sorry, didn’t mean for Noah to fall asleep out here.”
Abby didn’t care that Noah had stayed up too late. Her son had been cared for and protected by a man who had no reason to love him the way he did.
She unzipped the back of her dress and watched as Hunt’s eyes tracked her hands.
“Abby,” he said low. “We don’t have to do this. I mean, we can. I won’t talk you out of it.” He rubbed his jaw as she slid her dress past her waist and over her hips covered in black satin. The material pooled onto the floor. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Pressured? She was the luckiest woman alive to have Hunt look at her the way he did. He’d been staring at her body the entire time he spoke. But now he was looking into her eyes, and there was so much there she could read, and some things she couldn’t. Lust, awe, and something deeper.
She stepped forward and pressed her body to his, dragging his head down for a kiss.
And that was all it took.
Hunt wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, drugging her with his lips and tongue. He walked into the bedroom and quietly closed the door, even now conscientious of the little boy in the other room.
He crossed the room and sank onto the bed, and Abby tumbled on top of him.
Hunt leaned to the side, and her back pressed into the mattress. “Still want to do this?” He ran his hand down her ribs and across her black satin bra, a finger brushing her nipple.
“If you stop now,” she said, “I will kill you.”
Hunt skimmed his mouth down her throat and gave her a masculine sound of approval. And then her bra disappeared and her panties slid off. She hadn’t even registered him removing the bra until cool air hit her breasts.
Abby sat up. She might be fully naked, but Hunt was clothed. “Shirt off. Now.” Not eloquent, but whatever. If they were doing this, she wasn’t missing anything. She wanted to see Hunt in all his glory.
He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head while Abby fumbled with the fly of his jeans. Shaky fingers or not, she felt powerful and in control. This washerman. Maybe not forever, but for right now.
Hunt stood and shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs. He kicked them aside and slid back onto the bed next to Abby.
The lighting was dim, but enough filtered through the window blinds to make her eyes bug out. No man was more beautifully built than Hunt.
She slowly ran her palm over his broad shoulders, across his chest, to tapered abs, taking in every sinewy edge and dip.
A smile turned the corner of his mouth, and his expression was indulgent. Until she wrapped her hand around his erection.
Hunt let out a sharp breath and tensed. “Abby, let’s take this slow. It’s been a while. I never go this long without…”
She looked into his eyes. “Is your reputation that accurate?”
