None of it mattered here in this small room where she was sheltered from the world.
Hunter's hands slid along her back, pulling her closer.The kiss deepened.Desire unraveled in ways she hadn't allowed since before taking care of her mom.
Clothes shifted.Skin brushed skin.The way he touched her gave her permission to explore.She slid her hands under his vest, needing to feel him closer.
It wasn't only physical release she was looking for.There was something inside her that desperately needed Hunter.No one else.Only him.
He made her feel whole.Wanted.Seen.
He offered her a world where she believed in the future.One where Jason wasn't chasing them, where Leigh was free, where she could breathe without fear.
She wanted that future where Hunter wasn't her protector.He was a man who found her attractive.
He slipped his hand under her shirt and squeezed her side, pulling her closer.She turned around, and Hunter lifted her into the air, placing her back on his lap with her straddling him.Now able to touch him, she slid her hands up his chest to his neck, sinking her fingers into his hair and holding his head.
She wasn't afraid of getting hurt.
He lowered his head and captured her lips.She swept her tongue across his.All she wanted to do was numb all the pain she'd endured over the last few years.
Hunter pulled her hips up and brought her down.She moaned into his mouth, feeling the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans.His heat permeated not only his jeans but hers as well until it felt like nothing separated them.
Grinding against him, she deepened the kiss.Closing her eyes, she pushed the trauma away and clung to the arousal growing inside of her.
He sucked, licked, and opened her up wider.She lowered her hands, grabbing onto his belt, riding him more frantically.
She took his lower lip into her mouth.His cock pulsed against the back of her hand.Frustrated that she couldn't undo his buckle, she moaned, throwing her head back.
Clink.
He tossed his belt to the side, unzipped his jeans, and released his pent-up cock.She rocked on his lap.Should she get off and remove her clothes or rub herself on him?At this point, it wouldn't take much to orgasm.
Hunter fisted the base of his cock.She got off his lap.Common sense smashed into her.She had no condom, and she wasn't on birth control.
She rubbed her stomach.God, the last thing she wanted to do was stop.
Hunter pointed behind her.She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the bathroom.It dawned on her what he was telling her.She quietly crossed the room, making sure the bedroom door was closed all the way, and slipped inside the bathroom.Rummaging through the medicine cabinet, she found what she was looking for.An almost full box of condoms.
She returned to him.When she extended her protection, he ignored the package and swung both his arms to the side, resting them on the back of the couch.She looked at his cock.It was hard and beautiful.
Thick, cut, and throbbing for attention.
He had a tattoo of a rifle or shotgun on his lower stomach that she'd never seen before because his jeans covered that area.She looked into his eyes.
He was letting her decide.If she wanted what he could offer, she would need to put on protection.
Or she could stand there and stare at him.
Inhaling a shuddering breath, she ripped the foil package open and rolled the condom on his cock with shaking hands.
He stood, grabbing the front of her jeans and loosening them.Forced backward, she grabbed his forearms to keep from falling and retreated until her ass hit the lower cabinets in the kitchen.
Her jeans slid down her legs, puddling around her ankles.
Hunter hooked his hand around her leg and lifted her knee.His other hand cupped her neck, forcing her gaze upward.He looked into her eyes, asking permission without uttering a word.
She nodded and whispered, "Please."
He slid his cock inside of her.She gasped and quickly clamped her lips together, highly aware that her sister was in the next room and only a door separated her.
