“You know what the truth is?” I can barely get the words out through the lust coursing through me. “I thought of you all the damn time in New York City, Hunter. Every. Single. Day.”
He turns his head slowly until his gaze locks with mine. His green eyes darken to the color of a pine forest, and we stare at each other. Three heartbeats pass. Until—
With a low growl, Hunter stands up off the couch and then resettles himself next to me. His mouth lands on mine so fast I should have been surprised again.
But this time, I’m ready for him.
My lips part, and Hunter’s hot tongue slides inside.
His hand tangles in my hair, and I ease closer to him.
“Fuck, Winter.” He groans into my mouth and kisses me harder.
When one of his hands goes to my breast and the other closes around my waist, it’s like I have an out-of-body experience.
I split in half. I want Hunter—that will always be true.
I’ve survived an attack—that is also true.
And as Hunter and I continue to make out, my two truths are at war with each other.
I’m broken. I’ll always be broken.
I pull away from his hands on me.
Desperate for him not to notice, I tug at his shirt until he drags it over his head. And then, I kiss my way down his neck and across his bare, muscled chest. I keep going down his chiseled abs until I reach the waistband of his jeans. Hunter sucks in his breath and mutters my name as I undo the snap and lower the zipper, and then I leave the couch and drop to my knees on the carpet.
Kneeling in between Hunter’s legs, I shove my hand inside his boxer briefs and release his massive erection.
“Win…” he says in warning.
But I’m not listening to any warnings to slow down. I’m full steam ahead.
I get my mouth on him, and he jerks against my tongue. I close my mouth tight around his thick length and take as much of him as I can inside me. When he hits the back of my throat, I start gagging.
“Hey.” Hunter takes hold of my shoulders and does everything he can to push me off of him. “Winter.”
But still, I hang on. I must hang on because if I let go, especially with Hunter, I may break.
I suck as hard as I can, sliding my hand around the base of his length.
Hunter gives another shudder and groan, and I keep sucking. But when I try to take him deeper again, he sits up straight.
“Winter. Stop.”
I keep my mouth latched to his dick, but Hunter’s a professional athlete. He pulls backward in a swift motion that forces me to release my hold on his erection, and I go tumbling onto my back on the floor.
Hunter stands up and tucks his impressive package back into his jeans. He zips himself up and then drops down to the floor next to me.
Kneeling by my head, he looks directly into my eyes.
“What’s going on, Princess?”
Emotion clogs my throat. “What do you mean?”
“I mean why do you not want to be touched?” He helps me to a sitting position and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me.”
I grit my teeth together and shake my head.
