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?”
I go still.
Because…
He noticed.
Despite my efforts to suck him off and get him too turned on to think straight, Hunter noticed my pain.
Of course he did.
Hunter’s always noticed everything about me.
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.
“Winter.” His tone gentles. “Please.”
When I still don’t respond, he picks me up in his arms and carries me upstairs and to his bed.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Hunter puts me on his bed and plants a kiss on my forehead.
He crosses the room to his dresser and tosses me a red t-shirt from his drawer. “You can put this on,” he says as he heads for his attached bathroom. “I’ll give you some privacy and be right back.”
With shaking hands, I peel off my jeans and top and cover myself with Hunter’s soft, cotton t-shirt before I pull back his thick, green, down comforter and off-white sheets and snuggle under the covers.
When Hunter returns from the bathroom, he turns out every light except for one soft light on the nightstand by his side of the bed, and then he climbs in behind me. I don’t move until I feel his arm go around me. Then, I scoot backward until my back is pressed to his front.
His hand barely touches my stomach as he murmurs in my ear, “Who hurt you, Princess?”
I let out a shaky sigh. “It’s a long story, Hunt. One I haven’t told anyone here about. Not my parents, not Peyton or Ashley. You’d be the first.”
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to tell me tonight or tomorrow, but when you’re ready, I’m here.”
