“Want your eyes when I fall, baby,” he pants, his eyes filled with lust. “Need to see you come.”
He retreats and slams into me. I wrap my legs around his hips, my nails in his back as I stare up into his face. I want to close my eyes, but I force them to stay open. He never hides his pleasure from me, and I don’t want to hide mine from him.
We’re looking right at each other as I scream, climaxing around him. His face contorts in pleasure, and he growls out my name, straining inside me and holding himself deep.
His cock swells, my toes curl, and my back arches as another violent orgasm rips through me.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
Not too much time could have passed because Hunter is still lodged inside me, his knot a firm pressure locking us together. We’re on our sides, the sheets pulled over us, and we share the same pillow as Hunter runs his fingers up and down my back.
“Okay, baby?” he asks.
I nod, and our mouths find each other in a long, lazy, lingering kiss.
I break the kiss with a yawn. “Sorry. For the yawn and before. I don’t remember falling asleep.”
“Passed out,” he gently corrects me. “I felt you coming, and then you passed out. I worried I’d hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, Hunter.”
He pulls me against his chest, pressing a kiss against my temple as I wrap my arm around his waist. “I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“I liked it,” I insist, looking up at him. “I have these super intense sex dreams around my heat. Lots of bites and hard fucking. I wake up with wet panties, and sometimes I’m touching myself.”
He closes his eyes with a groan. “You can’t tell a guy things like that without a warning first, baby. His poor brain can’t take it.”
I grin. “Have I told you I love you yet?” I tease.
His eyes pop open, and his lips tilt up in a smile. “Not sure you have.”
I poke his chest, and he grins at me. “Liar.” Then I kiss him. “I love you, Hunter Bailey. You make me laugh as easily as you make me feel loved and wanted.”
“I love you too, baby.” He hugs me. “Now tell me about where you were going with these dreams.”
“As much as I loved the idea of these rough sex dreams, part of me was always a little scared of what it would be like in real life. Would I feel trapped and scared? Would it make me think of Derek?”
“And do they?”
I shake my head. “Because you’re not Derek. I feel safe with you, and I know that no matter how lost you are in the moment, you would stop in a heartbeat if I was scared or uncomfortable.”
“And that, beautiful,” he says, giving me a gentle squeeze, “isexactlythe way it should be and the way it always will be.”
Minutes later, feeling his mounting tension, I smile against his chest. “You want me to tell you about my dirty dreams, don’t you?”
“Desperately,” he bursts out.
I laugh. “There’s no story,” I lift my head to warn him. “It’s just biting and fucking from start to finish. Yours was more interesting.”
“Don’t you worry about that, baby.” He draws me against his chest and he’s smiling when he presses a kiss on my temple. “I’ll get through it just fine without the story parts.”
Grinning, I snuggle against him. “Okay, one I have a lot is…”
Chapter 24
Maisie
“This afternoon?”
