His fingers slide inside my waistband and right into my panties. Within seconds, I’m riding his fingers as he brings me to the edge of climax. When his thumb circles my clit, my orgasm hits, taking me by storm. I close my eyes and drop my forehead to his shoulder as I ride out the bliss. My body feels limp when I finally open my eyes.
“We’re not done, darling,” he says as he kisses me.
But before he can try to give me another amazing orgasm, I drop to my knees in front of him. I reach for the snap on his jeans.
“Winter.”
I know what he’s looking for, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“I want this, Hunter,” I assure him. “I’m good. More than good.”
He leans his head back against the couch cushions. “Then so am I.”
He doesn’t say anything while I unzip his jeans and take him out. But when I lean forward and lick his thick length, he lets out a guttural groan.
“Christ, that feels good.”
I take him into my mouth and start sucking him off. He jerks his hips and calls out my name. I glance up to find his eyes on me. They’re dark green and liquid with heat.
I keep sucking him, not stopping until he’s bucking against my tongue and calling out my name. I climb up into his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I vote we go get dinner and then continue where we left off on this couch,” he says against my lips.
I vote the same.
* * *
Hunter’s sleepingwhen I slip out of bed later that night and return to the living room. I can’t get the book for my musical out of my head.
Les’s help was invaluable with the score, and I want to fully finish the entire thing before I find out about my audition. I don’t know why, exactly; I just feel like I need to have my passion project done. I’m not quite sure what to do with it when Pat was so unenthused, but maybe between Les and me, we can come up with an idea.
I’ve been working for a while and have completely lost track of time when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up at a shirtless and sleepy-eyed Hunter. He was naked when I left him, but he’s put on his track pants, and he takes a seat next to me on the couch.
“What are you doing up?” he asks me.
“Trying to finish the book portion.”
“Can I see?”
I show him what I’m doing, and then I show him the score Les and I came up with.
“It’s not quite done, and it’s really rough, but it’s getting there,” I say proudly. “I don’t know if anyone else will love it like I do, but I don’t really care right now.”
Hunter’s wide awake now. His eyes shift between me and the work laid out on my lap, almost like he’s just realizing something important. “I’ve never seen you this passionate about something.”
His statement surprises me. “What about my dream to move to NYC and make it on Broadway?”
“That was different. With that, you were driven and determined as hell. With this, you just seem so…happy.”
Huh.I never thought about my Broadway dream that way before. But Hunter’s description tracks with me. It makes everything make sense in some weird way.
I tap his bare chest over his heart. “So hockey is your dreamandyour passion.”
He nods. “Yeah. I got damn lucky.”
I lean my head on his broad shoulder. “I’m glad. You deserve all the luck in the world.”
He kisses me. “So do you. Come on. Let’s go get some sleep.”
