Instant regret.
Thankfully, Hunter snaps out of it first and hurriedly closes the curtain. One of my hands flies from my waistband and crosses over my breasts, while the other tries to continue pulling up my leggings.
“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask sassily as I finish dressing my lower half.
“Can’t knock on fabric.” Hunter doesn’t avert his gaze. “What’s going on?”
With one arm holding up my breasts, I use my free hand to search for my bra and shirt. “I’m leaving. I’m not going to be just a number in the long line of women?—”
Hunter grabs my upper arm and forces me to face him. “Long line of women? Where did you hear that?”
Yanking free, I step back and raise a brow. “People talk.”
Hunter’s jaw tightens. “By ‘people’ do you mean ‘gossipy retail employees’?”
Why do I feel like I’ve been caught red-handed? I did nothing wrong.
“Maybe.” My chin tips up slightly.
Hunter’s hands clench at his sides, and his eyes hold me in an unblinking stare.
Crap. This isn’t good.
“Fuck this,” he snaps, then advances on me in long, measured strides.
I stumble backward until I run out of space and hit the wall. Hunter grabs my wrists and wrenches them above my head and against the wall, exposing my breasts, but instead of looking his fill, he smashes his chest against mine.
The fury emanating from Hunter is intimidating, but I’m not afraid. In this moment, even when he’s angry, I know he won’t hurt me.
“Listen very closely, Heartbreaker, because I’m only going to say this once.” The growl in his voice is deep and gritty.
My chest rises and falls as I realize that I can feel every inch of him.
Every long, hard inch.
“I have never and will never be a man who gives a woman his whole world only to rip it away.”
I search his face, looking for the smallest waver in his conviction. “What’re you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’re more than just a name on a list. I won’t deny that I’ve been with other women before. Hunter drops his forehead to mine. “You’re everything to me—the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins. You’ve entwined my existence with yours. I can’t survive without you.”
Straining in Hunter’s hold, I reach for his mouth with my own. He reads what I’m trying to do and fulfills my request. He swallows down my whimpers as his tongue invades my mouth, tasting me.
I wrap my leg around his hip, pulling his body closer to me. His stiff bulge rubs against the apex of my thighs, and we moan together.
Untucking his shirt, I run my hands up his stomach, feeling each firm muscle there. He shudders and steps back. I whimper at the loss of contact, making him flash me a wicked smirk.
Hunter sheds his coat and removes his necktie. Then slowly, one button at a time, he undoes his shirt. I practically salivate at the sight. His hands drop to his pants, and those are gone in an instant, his rigid shaft springing free. I lean into the wall at my back for support.
This man literally makes me weak in the knees.
In just two strides he stands in front of me and drops to his knees, ridding me of the rest of my clothes. He lifts one ankle, placing a gentle kiss on the inside, and he makes his way up with more kisses and licks. I squirm, my core aching to be filled. When he reaches the curls at the juncture of my legs, he passes it by and goes to my other leg, giving it the same treatment from my ankle up, but he goes slower this time. By the time he gets back to my sex, I’m a needy weeping mess.
“Hunter Reed,” I pant, attempting to sound firm, “I swear to God, if you don’t do something right now, I’ll kill you.”
Humor lights in his eyes. “You should know by now that I don’t respond well to threats, Heartbreaker.”
I’m too desperate to argue, so I switch tactics. “Please, Hunter.”
