“I didn’t say we can’t do anything.” His brows waggle, making me grin. “But I’m still waiting.”
It takes a moment for his words to make sense, but when they do, I release a long breath. Fuck.
“I feel,” I start, swallowing hard. “I feel your shirt.” I tighten my fingers around the material and narrow my eyes. “I don’t like it. You should take it off.”
Hunter scoffs. “But if I take off my shirt, you’ll get too distracted by my beauty and forget what you’re supposed to be doing.”
“Your ego knows no bounds,” I say dryly. He doesn’t even flinch, just cocks an expectant brow and rolls his hips as if in reminder. I groan. Christ, he’s killing me. “Fine. I feel your big, hard dick rubbing against my throbbing clit, and it’s making my pussy so wet, I’m worried that I’m ruining your only pair of boxers.”
Hunter’s eyes are wide as he chokes out a shocked sound.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Isabella,” he sputters. “Where did you learn to talk like that? No. You know what? I don’t want to hear.” Before I can blink, he’s got me on my back, and is lowering himself between my thighs. “If I have to hear you tell me how filthy Maddox’s mouth is, I’m liable to bust my load all over these fancy fucking sheets, and then I’ll never hear the end of it.”
I choke out a shocked laugh, but it dissolves into nothingness as he slowly pushes my shirt up. He pauses just below my breasts and meets my eyes.
“Say it, my love,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “Ask me to touch you. I need to hear you say it.”
And for the first time, I understand why.
This isn’t a game for Hunter. He’s not making me say the words just to torture me.
I see the pain in his eyes. I see the horrors, the nightmares, he still lives with. Everything Eric made us do, the things he took from us, still weigh so heavily on Hunter. No matter how many times I’ve told him our past isn’t his fault, he still blames himself.
My throat tightens, and I reach down, threading my fingers through his long hair. Everything else disappears. There is nothing and no one beyond this room, this moment. Just him and I. No painful past, no unknown future, just now.
“I love you, Hunter Morris,” I whisper, meaning it with every bone in my body. His eyes flare. “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, but my love for you has changed. It’s grown. You’re not just my best friend anymore, you’re my love, my soul mate.”
I swallow hard against an unexpected ball of emotion.
“I want to spend days with you wrapped around me, talking about everything and nothing. I want days filled with laughter, and nights filled with pleasure.”
I release his hair and slide my hands up my stomach, shivering with anticipation. When I reach the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my body, revealing my bare chest and pebbled nipples. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes wide as they take me in. I drop the shirt onto the floor and scoot back. My hands shake as I slowly slip my drenched panties down my thighs. They fall next to the shirt, and then I’m completely naked in front of him.
“When I say I want you, Hunter Morris, I mean, I want you in every way.”
Dropping onto my knees, I place my hands on my thighs and spread my legs, showing him every inch of my naked body, and giving him my ultimate submission. I know he doesn’t need it, but he deserves it. More than that, I need him to understand. There is not a single ounce of me that doesn't trust Hunter implicitly.
“I’m all yours,” I vow. “What are you going to do with me?”
Chapter 28
“Elle…” His voice soundstortured. He shakes his head slowly, but his eyes never leave my body. In the dim light, I can just make out the heavy bob of his Adam’s apple. “Fuck. You’re perfect. Every inch of you is so damn perfect.”
He’s seen me naked before, but this time feels so different. I run my hands up my body, cupping my breasts. I suck in a sharp breath as I tweak my nipples.
“Please, Hunt,” I beg softly. “Please touch me.”
Whatever he hears in my voice is enough to set him into motion. He tries to shift from his stomach, but winces in pain and groans.
“Fuck,” he pants, rolling to his back. He shoots me an upside down grin. “You’re going to have to come to me, baby.”
I don’t waste any time crawling toward him, but I hesitate when I reach his side. “Now what do I do?”
“Your only job is to feel. Don’t think about anything else. Don’t worry about anything beyond me and this room. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
“Do you want to come?” he asks dryly. I glare at him and he smirks. “That’s what I thought. Now, can you be a good girl and focus on only me for a little while?”
