Page 73 of Reforming Hunt
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. “Insolent wife. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Hunt pounced on her, and she tried to roll him over and get on top, but it was like moving a boulder.
Hunt lifted an eyebrow. “Yes? Did you want something?”
“Roll over, husband. I want to mount you.”
Hunt’s nostrils flared. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Hunt flipped over, and Abby crawled on top of him.
She looked around. “I like it up here. Makes me feel powerful.” She ran her hands down Hunt’s chest, circling his nipples the way he tortured hers.
Hunt folded his arms behind his head. “And I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
He was so smug… Abby scooted lower and loosened the fly on his jeans.
Hunt breathed in unsteadily. “Feel free. I won’t stop you.”
Abby sent him a wicked look and trailed kisses down his chest. “No? Well, then I’ll take advantage.”
By the time Abby reached Hunt’s lower stomach, all of his muscles had gone taut.
He cleared his throat. “Do you think you should take off the rest of your clothes?”
“Excuse me?” she said. “I’m in charge.”
He held up his hand. “My bad. Continue.”
“I will, thank you.” She reached into his jeans and slid her hand down his shaft.
Hunt’s head tipped back. “Shit.”
“Yes?” she said. “Did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he choked, as she swirled her thumb along the head of his erection.
Abby sat back farther and pulled off Hunt’s jeans and boxer briefs. He stared down.
“You look worried, husband.” She kissed his upper thigh.
“Worried?” he said distractedly. “No, no—just enjoying the view.”
She grinned and licked his length from base to tip. “Me too.”
Hunt groaned, eyes wide. “I can’t.” He sat up and hoisted her up his body. “Been too long. Need to be inside you. Good?”
She laughed. “Yes, caveman. We’ll try this again when your upper brain is functioning and full sentences are coming out.”
Hunt grunted and swirled his tongue around her nipple, moving his hand down her pants, fingers circling and dipping and hitting all the spots that were going to make her explode.
Hunt switched their positions, him on top, and stripped off her pants. He positioned his hips between her thighs. “Let the baby-making practice begin.” And he plunged into her body.
Abby cried out at the fullness, the pleasure.
Hunt hiked her leg and hit her somewhere deep with his next thrust that had her head thrashing about. “Stay with me, woman, or this will be quick. If you start, I’ll start—”
Too late.
