Page 54 of Reforming Hunt
He touched Abby’s elbow as she grabbed her purse, and guided her out the front door, closing it so they couldn’t be overheard. “Where are you going?”
Abby rummaged around in her purse, pulling out car keys. “I told you over text. I’m going to listen to music with Maria.” She scrunched one eye. “I think we’re going to some new brewery that showcases up-and-coming bands.”
Hunt leaned a palm against the doorframe, his other hand on Abby’s hip. “I don’t like it.”
She looked at his hand on her hip, and her brow furrowed. “You don’t want to watch Noah? Because—”
“Not that part.” He scanned her body heatedly, lingering on her hips and breasts beneath the fitted, stretchy black dress she wore. Black heels accentuated her toned legs for the icing on the cake. He wanted to lick every inch of her. “I don’t trust single men around you.” He thought about that for a moment. “Not the married ones, either.”
Her mouth quirked. “Hunt, do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?”
“Like I’m being a possessive ass? Yes.” He leaned forward and inhaled. “You smell too damn good too.”
Abby held back a smile, but she leaned closer as well. “This is silly. I haven’t dated a man since before Noah’s father. Our fake wedding night was the most action I’ve gotten in ages.”
He leaned the last few inches in and brushed her lips with his. “Damn straight. And there’s more where that came from. I want you.”
She sighed. “This is all your fault. I blame your biceps. And your chest. And your wandering hands. After we-we… Well, this week has been awkward. We never should have done what we did on our wedding night, because now that’s all I can think about.”
Finally, they were on the same page. “We want each other. We’re married. If you think about it, it’s our job to procreate.” He shot her a crooked grin.
She pointed a finger at him. “That’s not true, and you know it. Sex between us will complicate things.”
“Or make thingslesscomplicated. Nothing is more stressful than the sexual tension going on in this house. Think of fulfilling our needs as therapy. Because I assure you, you’ll be thoroughly relaxed by the time I’m done.”
She swallowed. “I’ll think about it. After I go out with Maria. I gave up everything when I started dating Noah’s father. I won’t do that again.”
“I’m not asking you to give up your friends. Just remember what’s waiting for you at home.” He kissed her, this time wrapping his arm around her small waist and dragging her to his chest, expressing with his mouth all the things he wanted to do with his body.
He set her gently aside, but she wobbled in her heels, staring at him in a daze. “Call me if you need a bodyguard,” he said, his gaze skimming her. “In that dress, you’ll wreak havoc on the male population in this town.”
Then Hunt did what he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do and watched Abby walk away.
Chapter 24
Damn Hunt and his kisses. How was Abby supposed to focus on having a good time when all she could think about was the way he’d made her body melt with only his mouth and tongue? Which had her thinking about other things he might be good at with his tongue…
Abby dropped her head in her hands.
“Everything okay?” Maria asked.
Abby looked up and smiled. “Yes, fine.”
“Are you sure? Because I could have sworn you wouldn’t agree to go out with me tonight, now that you have a hot new husband in your bed.” She sent Abby an exaggerated wink.
Maria knew about her arrangement with Hunt, but apparently hope sprang eternal.
“Hunt was fine with it.” Actually, that wasn’t true. He hadn’t seemed fine. But he’d let her go without an argument.
Hunt might be territorial, but he trusted her, and that combination was sexy as hell. Of course, he’d branded her with that hot kiss first, the devil, ensuring all she could think about was what would happen when she got home. And the more she thought about it, the more she considered taking him up on his offer.
Sex. With Hunt Cade, master of all sexual exploits.
But there was more to their connection, and that was the risky part. It wasn’t purely physical—it never had been. He’d slowly revealed a giving, supportive guy beneath the sexy exterior. And he loved her son. Abby could easily fall in love with her husband, and that would be disastrous. By all accounts, Hunt Cade wasn’t a relationship person.
A couple of hours later, after listening to music and conversation she’d struggled to focus on, Abby exited her car and walked up the driveway to her house. All appeared quiet, with the interior lights dimmed and the flicker of the television coming through the blinds. Hunt must still be awake.
She took a deep breath and opened the front door quietly, careful to not wake Noah in the other room, with the house the size of a shoebox.
